Wayward in path you lead,

hindered by unforeseen afflictions,

diverting becomes a comfort.

Dissonance, the staple of your melody.

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Unsure to follow, I often find myself confused by the beat of your rhythm,

the sound of your drum.

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My heart, you tend to lead me astray.

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"But He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities, For when I am weak, then I am strong."

 

 

 

 

Hidden behind the mirage of busyness, we portray a sense of calm; often creating a temperamental nature within ourselves when what was envisioned, goes awry.

 

 

"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."