There is a future in our hearts that we dream of.. A time when
all is beautiful and worry does not abide . It is a place where our
spirits are full of satisfaction; heavy-laden no more.
The mind of our tomorrows is where the answers to desperate prayers live.. it is where we are weightless.
Freedom needs fighters who will claim all they deserve and more. Freedom needs lovers who are willing to believe that waiting for the prize is never in vain.
If we could wait through the storms then how much easier is it to just walk through the wilderness. Even when we have stepped out of the pain of the past, freedom still needs work and completion. The fight never seems to end but it does.
What has begun must finish. What is hoped for must come to pass. The waiting room has a door that will be opened and the reaping of what was once sown will grow out & cease to be..
Winter will end..
Freedom will be.
The mind of our tomorrows is where the answers to desperate prayers live.. it is where we are weightless.
Freedom needs fighters who will claim all they deserve and more. Freedom needs lovers who are willing to believe that waiting for the prize is never in vain.
If we could wait through the storms then how much easier is it to just walk through the wilderness. Even when we have stepped out of the pain of the past, freedom still needs work and completion. The fight never seems to end but it does.
What has begun must finish. What is hoped for must come to pass. The waiting room has a door that will be opened and the reaping of what was once sown will grow out & cease to be..
Winter will end..
Freedom will be.
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