What memories have molded me into?
In someways life's been easy.
Nice, Sweet, Soft ,Cute.
In others, a pain only Christ knows.
Always walked the hard road,
Until Christ showed me that he would walk with me.
Not all painless.
I still have to walk when my feet are sore.
When I'm braking into new shoes,
But Christ has taken my yoke and made it his.
He cares.
He loves.
He listens.
He knows my road perfectly.
It is as if I am blind and he has sent his spirit as my eyes.
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