Aug 2015
A sea of flowers bright and blooming, I see on my left.
On my right shines a field of spikes and barbs.
I look up at the sky and ask for help.
'Choose, choose, choose, choose, choose!' God says.
I choose to wait.
On my right shines a field of spikes and barbs.
I look up at the sky and ask for help.
'Choose, choose, choose, choose, choose!' God says.
I choose to wait.
