You have been stripped of all forms of choice
Your legs have buckled under the pressure
The gravel cuts your knees as they struggle to hold you upright
God has taken your hands and placed them behind your back
Locked them into place with a leather strap
Forcing you to obey
No one knows why
No one knows how it happened
As I look at you through a window of sorrow
I see the pain that is bleeding from your knees
If there was a way to stop the pain I would
Unfortunately
God holds the key to the rest of your life
Follow him
Obey him
And know that he will pick you up from the gravel you rest on today
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