You: I figure since I’m in this mess I’ll do what I please.
God: No my child, just fall to your knees.
You: Life has been so unfair, what do I have to lose.
God: It can get better. It’s all in whom you choose.
You: I think God forgot me. He seems so far.
God: Trust me. I’m as real as your deepest scar.
You: Why’d you let this happen, where were you all along?
God: I am here to see you through your darkest storms.
You: Well, it’s too late. Do you see this mess?
God: If you let me, I’ll make it all work for your best.
You: Well, I guess I could give you a chance.
God: That’s all I ask. Here take my hand. Jeremiah 29:11-14
-- Arelishia Bridges
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