I have accepted my lot. Though my lot feels like too much to bear. My faith is plenty, but I sleep without rest. For I am so weary and tired.
Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be made sight.
Please, Lord. HASTE. Make it soon. My heart is bleeding, yearning, longing for Home. Your hands. Your throne. YOU.
A place of no pain, tears or suffering. A place where I’m finally free to be me.
Please, Lord. Please