I find myself, in thinking back,
Seeing a different me.I’m not the person I once was,
Nor, yet, who I should be.
But like the butterfly in spring
Preparing to burst free,
I’ll just keep changing to become
The me I want see.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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