we leave behind;
and plunge into years new.
the days fresh and blank,
ready to be written and filled.
we cannot stop this tide of time.
we cannot stop growing up.
we cannot stop change,
or the things that ripple in it's wake.
we are not promised tomorrow.
all we are given is what is right now.
we cannot stop.
the Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock in whom i take refuge. He is the shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. - Psalm 18:2 -
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