Oh, there it is!
There beneath the rubble of doubt
The stones of insecurity
and the bricks of unforeseen circumstances.
A little mussed
With the dirt of human frailty scattered on it
But that's it for sure!
My voice
The next time I'm caught in a tornado of disappointment
If I can only grab one thing before everything else flies away
It'll be you.
Thank goodness I kept my shovel of hope nearby
which I used to unearth you.
And faith, being the goal of all hope,
Comes by me using my voice
to speak God's Words.
Nice to have you back because
There is a time to be quiet.
There is also a time to speak.
Felicity
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