twelve ago I thought it was a mistake what you were doing I asked Jesus to change your mind but He didn’t. and twelve later I am seeing why, and twelve after this it make sense even more doesn’t change the loss
but as you see I’m at no loss for change with Georgia on my mind and tons else on my heart no space left although some days I wish there was.
but still making it just fine, making along to a new way a new place and I’m still praying for...
this is the same sky
under which tears fell
for a hundred different reasons
under which words were spoken
in twenty different seasons
You show me so much here
in the tiny glimpse of fractioned Light
a million glories displayed
same sky, different night