
I found my church
In the arms of pain
Though, I let the pain back in
I am still breathing
The sting, brings on the healing
Sometime I have to hurt enough
and
I am not lost
I am just healing
I found my church
In the arms of the healing

Somehow we just got over the pain There was never a “just” moment We felt every minute, every second of this time When we forgave and let go However, my dogged tenacity caused us to feel the full undertow I never thought it meant a glorious victory Still we wallow in the undertow, I’ve lost many here Never let go of me… I will never let go I don’t know why I feel like I feel I always let go a little so I can feel you never let me go ~ღ~ m

I remember November 1, 1995
The day my life took a turn
With you & together we grew
Through the trails and all the pain
Much love grows here in
The Winter of my heart ღ

Hearts will never get Older
that they won’t break
They keep feeling…anyway
No matter what vow we take
We always seem to break
Hearts…and thus we are broken too!
I wonder if that is how this love goes?

I was thinking about my Pa ♥ and how he always said I walked to school and it was up hill both ways. We can’t miss this sweet journey, even when it’s tough.
I’m thankful for those that show up on this road. ♥ My fellow travelers ♥ I cannot miss the end, we never end we just keep going? ♥
Happy 2019

You live in your prison with your butterfly soul
I pray for your rock-a-bye body that suffer so
and your sweet sweet soul
Maybe your will find your way
I pray
I never let go of your butterfly soul
Find your way back to you

Never no yellow bricks roads that set me free
I didn’t know that till I looked out at the yellow sunset
Asked God to show me something real
Wasn’t no yellow brick road,
Kinda dark and uncertain
I saw them for who they really were
Maybe a little yellow, but not the road to freedom for me
I heard someone say…he’s yellow…no, not me
I love yellow, I drove a yellow mustang, but I’m never yellow
I’m free being me, waiting for the next way, doesn’t look like a cross
Doesn’t look like me, however I have a friend who takes my hand
and says…walk with me
Never no yellow brick road for me
I’m thankful for that
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