nyna bankard

(3/8/1982 / Heidelberg, Germany)

It's About Time


The clouds of doubt have drifted away
Nothing but smiles, no more rainy days
Reaping fruition, my hard work can be seen
Steady making changes & building my team
At the top of my game is where I stand
It was a hell of a struggle but part of the plan
God gave me the courage, the wisdom and strength
To stand on my own but within His arm's length
He pushed my faith to the fullest extent
I almost gave up until I learned His intent
To mold me into a supreme human being
To face my fears instead of fleeing
No more crawling, I've learned how to climb
Thank ya Baby Jesus, it's about damn time!

Submitted: Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Edited: Friday, October 31, 2008

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