Take a peek at a journal of a girl,
remembered in the breeze,
gone with the wind,
confessing her love for her Savior.
Day 48
The bathroom
is the meeting place
of all my insecurities, fears, tears, and overthinking
We’re all there stealing glances at each other
until You
catch my eyes
and put me into perspective
I don’t need to be lost at sea
I don’t need to be tossed by winds and waves
‘Just let me in your arms,’ I say
Your blue-ice (eyes) staring back at me
rob my attention and steal me away
oh handsome Savior!
I will dwell in this moment
Day 93
You’re the boy with the charming smile
A personality to befriend me
And stand by my side
Pushing me out my bed of mud
Pulling me up Your mountain
Automatically in love
It’s a long and hard way
But we made it up here
By the way,
You and I have gone a long way through
the hard days
the highs and lows
but we had kept at it
