🛐Toward His Face🛐
My thoughts grow worn, my gaze drifts far away—
I often forget to turn and seek His face,
prayer slips like smoke on the west wind’s sway.
Without Him I am nothing: dry, blown leaf,
lame on the hills where every step is steep,
rain mingles tears as I reach past my grief.
My plea climbs high, to touch heaven’s edge and gate—
I walk deep waters, yet I know His hand
will hold me fast, and not let me wait...07062026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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