A dialogue with my Destiny Maker.
Pardon me Lord, that I don’t breathe out of the destiny you birthed within my soul.
Sorry Lord, I don’t cling to your promises like morsels straight from your heart.
For this love You placed a heartbeat away, I take for granted every day.
I bow. Stroke my wings.
Image by Shaikh Irfan via Flickr
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