Spring, summer, autumn, winter
Seasons come and seasons go
And yet I am still here
Barely breathing; surviving
What is going on?
Living out of a backpack
Living out of suitcases
There is a roadblock, a wall, a hill
In the modern jungle, creatures all around
Where am I? Who am I? Questions...
Whispers of the wind
North, south, east, west
Blowing away chaff
as far as the heavens are above the earth
Blown by the wind...directions
Trees of the field
Birds of the air
Fishes of the sea
They have their destiny
Where is mine to be?
Only God in Thee.
gracey
Seasons come and seasons go
And yet I am still here
Barely breathing; surviving
What is going on?
Living out of a backpack
Living out of suitcases
There is a roadblock, a wall, a hill
In the modern jungle, creatures all around
Where am I? Who am I? Questions...
Whispers of the wind
North, south, east, west
Blowing away chaff
as far as the heavens are above the earth
Blown by the wind...directions
Trees of the field
Birds of the air
Fishes of the sea
They have their destiny
Where is mine to be?
Only God in Thee.
gracey
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