Monday, January 01, 2007
The morning after the storm.The traces that have dried and faded.
The weariness that didn't go away, but left as a trace.
The scar unhealed but soothed by His gentle whisper.
Today, i'm someone different. Someone in a new year. With a new slate given to me. Not because time dictated that new slate. But because He gave me a new slate.
Exhausted by the burden but it was lifted up. Traces of the pain linger but none permanent because of the only reason i live.
I didn't expect the challenge so early in the year but it was as You told me. The challenges in this year are hard, very hard.
My heart is weirdly calm, but cold. Please don't let it stay this way.
There's no one i trust in more now but You.
Because i have no where else to go.
Falcks on 11:02 PM
