The Walk

As I walk this lonely road

hurting and weary, but not defeated

to take my place near the golden thrown

at the feet where my Father is seated

I reminisce on love of long ago

That broke the chains that bound my wings

Illuminating this path I now tread upon

With fresh eyes that see more than worldly things

In a hand, that once, you held so dear

Before broken hearts and ink pierced skin

Were all I’ve left of you

Is the bible that you gave to me, a journal and a pen

In that bible I found true solace, in the words of wiser men

Inside my Journal my soul speaks freely, of joy, of pain, of you

But while I face these trials to redemption

God is there with me, and your memory is there too.

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