Feel the heart...

Much does my heart hurt and
Far away my intentions desert
Left to toil and ponder why
Deep within the soil of my mind

Ascending in to find the seeds
To plant and water by my deeds
To forgive myself from the past
To gain a life that’s good to last

The seed that grows from craggy rocks
Is timed a time that’s not from clocks
But one that’s given by God’s grace
Grows like one that doesn’t race

Not looking now at where I loose
Nor spending money all on booze
Just moving forward every day
Listening closely along the way

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