Growing Pains
I sense a force; within me drive;
leading where I must go;
a sense of purpose; why I’m alive;
to live; all flowers must grow.
I know not what I’m meant to be;
my higher purpose hidden;
the Master’s plans, are mystery;
a knowledge; long forbidden.
I strive to remain a step ahead;
fearful of failure and wrath;
I feel God’s warm smile, instead;
and almost hear Him laugh.
Inside me, the Master’s love resides;
like darkness seeing the light;
escaping the tug of evil’s tides,
with dawn erasing the night.
Each of us has a long way to go;
hidden angels guide our way;
come what must; all must grow,
to see the light of new day;
I ride on rolling tides of fear;
not knowing what to expect;
shedding toxins in every tear;
will God accept; or reject?
I sense the coming of a new age;
freeing us from evil’s chains;
the book of life shall turn a page;
this life is just growing pains.
Monty 11/21/24. # 2,459