My journey started so long ago.
My heart torn apart to and fro,
I struggled with each turn,
Oh for freedom from the struggles my heart did yearn.
To be who I was born to be,
Oh how can I know who I am?
To find myself is to be free.
I only hope I can.
But on and on I went,
With each breath spent,
And with each new place I came,
My heart fired up with new flame.
Time and time again I found myself,
In the lands, the people,
The animals, the air,
I found out from God that my soul soured everywhere.
Through the trial struggles and tears,
I found a way through those fears,
Oh how I struggled and fell,
How many miles I walked and stumbled who could tell.
The end result is that I became the person God said that I would be,
Not a conformer, my eyes opened, I can see,
I was now a soul that was blessed and free,
God had given me my love and my true destiny!
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
9th of December, 2014.
