Lord,
You've shown me a picture,
though clearly I can't see it,
And the pieces of that picture,
are scattered before me.
In seeking after you,
I have finally accomplished,
to put some pieces together,
yet so much still remains.
God,
I believe these pieces,
will come together on their own,
if I keep following the path,
down which your voice is leading
When the picture is finished,
and it becomes completely clear,
The door to that path will open,
and the new journey begins.
Birthdays, far from home
15 years ago

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