I walk away in hope with God,
But in despair of what is gone.
How can something that feels so right,
In the end be truthfully wrong?
He called me forth, to come this way,
Take my heart from where it was.
I pry it from it's loving rest,
You say it's just because.
With a different choice it wouldn't be this,
But God's the one in command.
I don't blame him for He has no fault,
I only ask He use my hands.
I'm sorry that you don't understand,
I've shown you all I can.
The rest the Father must show you,
Please don't ignore His hand.
by: Catherine Stevens
More to come! I think that's what I'll do with this for a while.... sorta tell my feelings through appropriate poetry... that's how I journal :-)
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There's your story and mine, but somewhere in the middle lies the truth. Tell me if you think my editing is anywhere close to it.
I walk away in hope with God,
But missing still what is gone.
We had something that felt so right.
In the end, our timing was wrong.
He called me forth, to come this way,
Take my heart from where it was.
I pry it from it's loving rest,
Happy you respect my cause.
Down the road, it won't be like this,
But God's the one in command.
I don't blame him for He has no fault,
I only ask He use my hands.
I'm sorry that you can't understand,
I've shown you all I can.
The rest the Father must show you,
As we both hold to His hand.
That's really good. I agree- somewhere in the middle lies the thruth... We just have to wait and see what He does in our hearts throught this :-)
Thank-you :)
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