The road I walk stretches endlessly ahead,
A path by divine guidance tread.
Like a blade of grass on a flowing stream,
The journey unfolds—a boundless dream.
The road ahead, infinite, yet my steps are finite,
Each stride revealing new realms of light.
Some paths bathe me in divine grace's glow,
Others lead where awe quietly grows.
Looking back on the trail I've passed,
Moments of joy far outshine the vast.
Through strife and storm, I've been blessed,
In divine love, my spirit finds rest.
Chosen, I feel, for this sacred span,
Life unfolds as part of a grander plan.
Though the mystery remains, untold and deep,
I embrace this journey, awake—not asleep.
MyKoul
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