Believes In Me
we sing of gathering together in the morning of joy.
he believes in me, many a night I cry, pleading for a meaning..a belief.
a reason to be more than meer existing, but living.
for we gather together in the morning of joy.
to gather for joy, my heart skips a beat when I imagine what joy feels like against my soul.
oh my soul has felt like an orphan seeking a home, a family, love... true & impossible, yet love. my soul has struggled for breathe as the floods overwhelm me.
he believes in me, he confides in me, he is apart of me, for he's the husbandry of my soul.
poem by Naphtali Dell
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