Dec 2016
The world seems so loud, and all my dreams seem to be looking down on me from thought bubbles, unattainable clouds. Yet I still dream aloud. Praying that God hear me somehow, looks down and sees these fields I plow, and know that im ready for the harvest.
This was inspired by something my dad said to me..."If I'm in a wait, its because the seeds I've planted are still growing. And the more I keep sowing, the more I can expect to reap. But much like the farmer though the transition remains unseen to me, I must wait patiently for the harvest."
