Sometimes I feel tired and worn.
Sometimes I feel frustrated and confused.
Sometimes I feel pulled and weak.
Sometimes I feel like leaving.
Leaving this faith of mine.
Choosing not to listen.
Choosing not to be with.
Choosing not to live
Choosing not to love.
And as I turn to leave
I look at where this path leads.
It is then I realize and say,
"Lord, whom could I leave You for?
For You are the Holy One of Heaven and my Love."
... not just writing to her own beat, but that of the Master.
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