The Shore of Freedom I’ve been riding the crests of waves Periods of aimlessly floating Battered amid the flotsam of life Yet longing to return to some sacred shores Where soft sands cushion the blows. And you Lord, like a gentle wind Tossed me back to that shore safe and secure To live in freedom and be whole again. Pulling back all the memories of the past together I couldn’t hide from the monster of iniquity I couldn’t escape the anguish and pain But in the end, the last stage Was resigned acceptance and self-surrender. It hurts to let go It’s painful to move on It grieves to say goodbye to the ones we love But God sends the gentle wind Tossing us back to the shore of freedom To live anew and be whole again! Oniot, oar
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 22:22:12 +0000
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