Faith

Everything seemed like it was okay,

Filling myself with empty promises,

but not knowing they were empty,

I went through life with no meaning,

coasting,

I needed an answer,

something to get me out of this hole,

I kept falling, 

Deeper and deeper, 

Until I starting climbing,

I decided to give this thing a try,

I pursued it hoping I would be okay, 

I would stumble, 

I would lose sight,

But there was something that kept me going, 

I do not need empty promises, 

the hole I was falling in was not worth my effort, 

but that I was fully loved, 

by Him

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