Beyond what you see
Through the forest dark
the path gets dim,
yet my eyes remain focused
and fixed upon HIM.
Though the way seems muddled
and messy at best,
yet I am led calmly and sweetly
and He gives me HIS rest.
Yet tears flow from
pools of blue gray,
each drop that falls
are prayers that I pray.
Time will prove
that nothing was wasted,
every trial endured
or victories I tasted.
All has made me
just as I am to be,
not perfect but beautiful
beyond what you see.
eLtrybe
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