Come thou long expected number
a date
a life to be
it arrives
and drives home the realization
my time has not yet come
two hearts cleaved
I do
not see the expected number
one
drift into a new morning
slip into a new dream
a future
tethered no longer
bound to You
Free and clearly looking for the next step...
Just a breeze to clear the fog would set my heart at rest, Father.
At rest.
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