Crawling....I slowly made my way to Him.....in search of His lap
Walking....I stumbled towards Him.....in search of His arms
Running....I raced in His direction.....in search of His embrace
Crying....I looked into His face.....in search of comfort
Laughing...I smiled into His eyes....in search of His joy
THE QUEST of all He freely gives me....
THE QUEST will always continue until I breathe my last.
the solitary
8 years ago
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