
Destined Path
I am but a green leaf that dangles upon its stem, a brush of wind gently buffets me left and right,
I can’t see him with my earthly, but I always know that he is ever present, tenderly leading, guiding me, too deep destinations of height, soaring like an eagle
But with His gentle blowing, breathing on me, I am so eager to fly,
A path already mapped out, a book already written about me filled with the intimate details of the creator that even I have not perceived.
Too deep, too wide to fathom, his love that captures my heart, his gaze that catches my eye, my passion that seemingly makes me run to and fro, but steps precisely ordered by a Master as he beholds all of who I am.
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