So much wrestling
it was only me I was jesting -
With the future unknown
The way I knew it
was a struggle to view it -
All that lay ahead
To let go of the fear
which always clung so near -
A concept foreign to me
But the freedom found within
and letting go of that sin -
Came from when to Trust I fled.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
So much wrestling
it was only me I was jesting -
With the future unknown
The way I knew it
was a struggle to view it -
All that lay ahead
To let go of the fear
which always clung so near -
A concept foreign to me
But the freedom found within
and letting go of that sin -
Came from when to Trust I fled.
The idea of fleeing to and not from
