God!
I am struck by your promises;
I try as I might to trust
To believe, to have faith
But the evil of the day
Strikes me and I am caught
Again, trying to reinvent the wheel,
So to speak.
And I can't get it out, no matter how I try,
The ability to rest in peace
Here in this place,
And believe and know
That you are there
And I am in your hands.
This is the dark season of doubt
In my soul.
Sometimes it is hard to accept the concept.
Skies do get brighter.
I know; I know; I know.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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