It moves on with a hope.
A sliver of a hope at first
That you have to trust will grow.
A hope that the intense pain will subside.
A hope that God will not turn his back on a broken spirit.
A hope that the strength will surface...from God knows where...
A sliver of a hope at first
That you have to trust will grow.
A hope that the intense pain will subside.
A hope that God will not turn his back on a broken spirit.
A hope that the strength will surface...from God knows where...
to make it one more minute, one more hour, one more day.
And that's how it goes.
One day at a time.
One foot is placed trustingly after the other
And I walk forward.
4 comments:
did you write this? also i was going to DEMAND that you post pictures of baby ella but you did it. thank you.
Yeah. And it was a minor miracle that i figured out how to put a picture on in the first place so I'm glad you're thankful. In fact, I think you're the only one looking at this anyway so I guess it's all for you. You are welcome!
And i definitely think you should!
So well said. Hopeful.
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