The Train of Life

A poem I wrote more than a year ago in a season where hope was lost:

The train of life, where is it taking me

Choices, experiences, what will they make of me

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I look outside, it all goes so fast

My dreams and passions, how long will they last…

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When I look to the future I am afraid

And I’m doubtful about the choices I’ve made

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What if my dreams will not become real

And I must let go of my hopes and ideals?

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My dear child, do not be afraid

I am the One in whose image you’re made

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I’ve made you beautiful in your own unique way

Still I keep molding you day by day

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So hand me your troubles, let go of your fear

I know how you’re feeling, I’ve counted each tear

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My plans for your future are hopeful and bright

Trust Me and know that I’ll be by your side

 

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