Poems By Debra Jones / a couple of years ago Share Tweet Pin Share I am sitting here wasting time Wasting Precious time, as it goes by, Not sure of who I am, Or what is inside Thoughts fly through my mind, careening on an endless path, Needing a destination, going no where fast. Soaring, watching from a distance To keep myself safe Afraid to stand, to step out of my box As I crumble to bits and fall apart Who am I this day? I am your child. But I do not know my path, I cry out for you to lead me, And I sit still and I wait I am waiting, here, wasting time Wasting precious time as it goes by Not sure of who I am Or what you put inside Lord, Release me so I can fly Soaring above mountains high My gifts flowing, from the lifespring within Lord , let me fly. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************* If you enjoyed reading this poem please consider sharing on social media. Your efforts will bless this ministry and could prove to be a blessing to others that may not otherwise know about Everyone’s Apostolic.
