Quitting isn't an option, direction can be adjusted. When it can't then I guess we're stuck or almost dead.
Thought I was headed right, until I hardly saw no light. The further I traveled, the more I unraveled. I was falling apart quick, life had me in a trick.
I had to turn around, or completely hit the ground. The dirt I finally hit, but I still wouldn't quit. I had to fight for air, but none was hardly there.
I was hardly air, but one thing was clear. Dying wasn't an option of choice, nothing but a sturdy course. Finally I made it from the pit, because I refused to quit.
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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Always positivity in your den! Bravo!
Love,
Eileen
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D