Some of us hide our gifts we hide our glory under winters blanket of emotions
too blind too heavy to see our talents light too cold, too caught up, too sorry life's events that bring strengths wisdom and a knowing pass like three buses in a row without a soul on board young ones old ones sad ones slow ones staring with eyes glazed over Whether this life time or the next maybe tomorrow or someday It gets too hard not to miss It gets too frustrating not to see The message that comes from all the woes the horrors and bad dreams the real life experience the real life hindrances that blur the truth, the realness and the Mission Everyone's is different but the destination all the same You know when you get there why preached to the unconverted they'll know when they get theirs Written by Elen B Copyright 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESTRICTED
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