I look back at the beginning
Where clutter lives
and sadness reigns.
The years play on
With hope that here
The memories fade.
There were good times
Among the bad times that I know.
But tattered truth forbidden
Are the ones I remember most.
And here I sit in the middle,
Where things confuse this mind.
Where freedom from the past
Screams louder than the
Bars I left behind.
It’s here I stumble through
Where the trees sway in unison
And beauty is all around.
A glimpse of hope for the future
A peaceful walk I’m taking here.
Though I ponder and question
There’s something else in
Place of fear.
And fear is what I knew,
Somewhere, way back there.
So it’s a welcome place in the middle,
A safer place for me to share.
I no longer dread forever,
Or the years directly ahead.
I may not have direction
But commitment will lead me there.
In the presence of the Holy Spirit
And the trust in God’s care.
The middle no longer frightens,
Or leaves me wrapped in unknown.
I choose each step intentionally,
To go where God says go.
And when you reach the middle,
And you’re not sure what to do.
Please rest in sweet surrender,
That God lovingly waits for you.
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