Instinctively Led
With hope as the anchor for my soul
As I feel so tossed and torn,
With steady course before me set,
I walk though weak and worn.
Others tread similar paths
Even though I feel alone.
I know my anchor will continue to hold
Even though I feel cut to the bone.
Confused and clear, numb and pained,
Trauma upon trauma relived,
Agonized hauntings my memories come
To make my whole life sieved.
Yet deep in my heart I hear the voice
Of God speaking to my spirit,
Telling me exactly which way I should go,
And, thankfully, my spirit can hear it.
ã22 October 1992, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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