Poetry

When There Seems to be no way

Shake off the dustGet rid of the junk

Junk that’s been piling on for years
It’s weighed you down

Brought you down roads

That never were planned for you here
Your exit is now

Don’t miss the turn

This new road will be free and light
I’ve heard your prayers

It’s never too late

I’ll turn all this wrong into right
Isaiah 43:18-19
18 Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old.

19 Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

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