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
This poem is about:
Me
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