Journey Of Life
The sky is the limit. I'm ready to spread my wings and sore.
I've Discovered, that I cannot discover new oceans unless I have courage to lose
sight of the shore.
While on this journey I've encountered red and green lights I've endured several
accidents.
But my faith tells me every storm I go through God purposely sent.
My body is like a vehicle, I have allowed God to drive.
He is my head, my protector, my leader, with him I will always safely arrive.
Traveling this journey of life I've seen tornados hurricanes blizzards and
more...
But, my God is a shelter in the time of a storm for sure.
I walked in high wind and heavy rain. I've endured sunshine and pain.
But Gods sufficient grace always remains the same.
I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death.
But I have no fear for my God is my present help.
Stop signs are just confirmation that God Blocked it he wouldn't let it be so.
Spirit of the living God fall fresh on me, everyday I must learn to let God and
let go.
While on this tedious journey I need Jesus to walk with me everyday.
From Monday to Sunday guide my footsteps and tell me what to say.
You calm my ragging seas, walk with me through fires and heal all my disease.
Lead me to your secret place. Cover me in your saving grace.
I've been lost and in need of directions, going into danger zones.
Jesus take the wheel from my hand, I can't do it on my own.
It's easy to get lost or stranded while traveling but the devil is a lie.
Let faith be your guide, and trust that God is always on stand by.
I've been told "To know the road ahead, ask those coming back".
When I surrendered to Jesus, he took the wheel now I'm safely on track.
The road of life is a constant challenge but the reward is very fulfilling.
God will bless you with a abundant life you have to be ready and he's always
willing.
I am taking flight God is my pilot I have no worries about my location.
While on this Journey of life, God orders my steps to a blessed destination.
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*Poetic Tiffany*
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