Lived life true to myself and as full as God would allow. As humbled and obedient, grateful yet patient, I aim my sights to the top. We will glide on his wings.
Rest under the it’s willow
The tree in the breeze
And thinking of nothing
but the ending of day
For all the tomorrow’s
That will follow you back
To Your conjuring plan
that still lingers.
Upon the cot you lay
Till morning’s dawn break
Your mind wide awake
This new day taking its flight…