There is so much tears shed in my heart.
Hurt I am that I couldn’t bear the pain
So much to bear the load of pains
Pains that hit the deepest me
I feel like it’s the end of my breath
Breathe that I couldn’t even take in
Could this be over or is it just the beginning?
I have so many questions yet there is no answer
Would I hate or would I love,
Would I welcome or ignore
I only have one choice
I would rather love the unlovely
My journey will never end
I live in this imperfection
When time comes when perfection is there
There, I am HOME where my Father lives.
No one can ever snatch me in my Father’s care
No matter what people think of me
My deepest concern is what my Father thinks
And what He wants to see me
I know that I make my own choices
But I also know that the choices I take
Is guided by the Holy One above
May I always choose the one that leads to light
This journey is never over
There might be more pains
Pains that I know will help me grow
Grow in loving with an OBEDIENT Heart.
May I grow obeying the ONE that is most worthy
Worthy of praise and honor
May I always be sensitive to His voice
May I always hear Him when He calls.
This journey is never over
Over and over the pains will knock
The hurt will still be hurt
This journey is never over.
To.. Michelle .
ReplyDeleteMy Name's Atchara Yodsuya.I'm sorry about I cant
go to study last week and this week because Last
week My uncle's death. then last week i went to
Chiangmai.I think i can come back this week but i
cant because my Grandmom she's sick. she have to
go hospital. I Concerned my Grandmkom.I fear
will be the right test.I pray every day I fear I
worry every day about learning because I learn to
stop over Sunday are numbered. And I pray for my
grandfather my grandmother. Now I worry and
sleeplessness. I fear that you will not
disqualified to take me. I know that test scores
from your two weeks of this I am not certain.
I know that it is incorrect to tell you straight
through this article. But please feel me. May I
ask what you look at it. I came here it was one
year. I go to church around the home of one of my
aunt Ladprao 112, but I want to see my church and
feel your best. I want to know the whereabouts. I
would reserve the opportunity to share some
worship God. You tell me. I want to tell you about
a lot but now I need to care of my grandmother if
I have time I will tell you to listen. I am sorry
that a student is not good, but I sure my son is
good of course, our father. God Love You