the trials, million mile travels
long treads on the gravelforever changing phases, infinite mazesthe dirt and winding roads, the potholesand obstaclesthe seemingly impossibles and crooked coursessaddling the raging horses, battling hell's staffand it's demonic forceswith all my chronic remorses, i keep feelingthe firery torchesstill reaching for the healing sourcesweary eyed, gazing at the robe that's bright as a lampon the other sidei feel as if my hands are tied, still in efforts to reach the lightwrestling insomnia nights, but yet refuse to give up the fighti vowed to never lose sightuntil I get to that place of restoration, that mercy, graceand salvationthat deliberation of sinful debt, God is truly workinghe ain't through with me yet
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