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Jul 2021
At first, I was using my own senses
I was getting loss and further out of my way in all the wrong directions
I asked citizens, and I was running into detours
Blinded by darkness
I started using my Directional Finder
But I was still a long way from home
A voice echoed, “Don’t roam come home”
I can direct your path
Suddenly Salvation got closer, and I found my way
All the roads that I had taken was leading me astray
I had been travelling on the wrong roads all my life
I had no idea in how to even reach my destination
A voice had to show me in illustration
In the beginning tomorrow seemed ever so far
I was way off track
It seemed someone was trying to hold me back
Intervention came into play
The voice told the roadblock never on any day
It was salvation I had been searching and needing all my life
The skies opened my mind with advice
I reached home that I was away for so long
Just then, an extended hand took hold of mine and the voice said, “You finally reached home”
I got my spiritual blessing
Seek one will find
Accept will be kind
Believe with everything combined
Navigating was so genuine.
preservationman
Written by
preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Brett
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