The winds of my mind are blowing,I can feel it on my skin,The gears are turning quickly,Will I fail or will I win? The gusts are getting faster,It’s coming up a storm,This life is so complicated,Getting weary, dreadfully worn. Hurricane force speeds,Are churning over me,Fears are trying to consume,Standing fast I shall be. My SaviorContinue reading “Until Sunrise”
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