Long day; long week.
It's late, I'm reflective.
59 years; dreams of a young man, gone.
It's late, I'm reflective.
59 years; dreams of a young man, gone.
I've been vulnerable;
Believed in, invested in; loved people.
My heart has been broken; yes, crushed.
Made mistakes; operated in false pride, paid the price.
Yet, I will hope.
My Redeemer is true.
His mercy, new every morning.
His faithfulness, restores my soul.
His strength, perfect in my weakness.
His steadfast love, walks with me in valley of death.
Long day; long week.
It's late; I'm reflective.
Through Christ, I can do what's needed.
That's enough.
Yet, I will hope.
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