I've wanted to tell you all the things, but I can't.
I thought I wanted a repeat of what we had, but I don't;
Like Lot's wife I looked back over my shoulder,
longing for what I thought was best for me.
I wanted to present myself, together and prepared.
That yesterday girl had things going for her;
But today, I'm not who I used to be.
I've been sifted, molded, shifted, folded.
Real love's crashing into my heart, but not how I thought it would happen.
Healing is on its way--but not in the order I thought.
Soul-knots are loosening;
a new song's on my lips.
Nothing, no matter how dark--can keep me from Your [Love] grip.
Copyright 2019 Meghan Weyerbacher Writes, LLC
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