To the teardrops every pain,
To my thoughts swaying in the mind
Thinking about life with all the experiences I have.
Suffering, loneliness, struggles;
Happiness, smiles, and laughter across my way
God works in his way I cannot see,
But in each new day, a miracle I wonder;
In dreams every night, I saw details of life
Unfolding the true beauty of pain and sorrow
That makes my soul awaken within the limit
Of the air flowing to my senses,
Every breath that I breathe.
Everything in me is more than a story,
A mystery of my existence.
From inside and outside of my well-being,
To all my experiences that I suffered,
Across the life, I still walk by,
God will make a way.
God will make a way.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
18 October 2006
11: 35 AM
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