I thought it was a joke but now I realize that I need my hope.
My mind playing tricks on me but I recognize that it was all me.
God tells me otherwise so now I see. My faith rises in every opportunity
that attempts to be My demise...but the sun is coming out.
Regardless of the illnesses that make me want to shout.
However, there is a strength inside of me that screams out for my dreams.
Although my mother and brother are in the hospital they WILL survive and not be crippled. They are standing strong fighting to regain the health that God promises
us to never cease and remain. My hope remains intact, my faith remains on track.
While I continue to stand confidently, unwavering in my view, believe me, I have great news when the battle is thru. During the storm, I am determined to be the boss.
Gazing my eyes on the Cross.