head hung low trudging along the corridor
staring at the potholes on the floor tracing the uneven edges of this path of yore
make my way around the case limbs up the weary steps
dreariness greets me from the corner the cursed gloom says hi
and then i heard His voice "nothings changed son, nothing"
and it brought me a smile
thanks daddy god you know when to speak
these words i'll hold for more than the week
"nothings changed son, nothing" Tags: encouragements, musings Current Mood: unchangeable
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