Before I walked I first crawled, a baby, unaware of my surroundings yet crying for my mother when she was out of reach, she had her hands full, literally, holding me in one hand with my bottle in another,

And then I grew, into a rebellious ball of freedom, having motive and not opportunity, when even in Psalms it says I was shaped in iniquity, the chokehold of sin on me,

In my physical growth I still needed milk, coupled with arms to wrap me like soft silk, a day would go by, and then another, yet I wasn’t saved,

Living cycle through cycle, and could not explain the hope that was in me

Today i find strength and joy and peace through knowledge of the Most High, a kind of peace that is inexplicable.

~Nessa ❤️

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