Sometimes you find yourself stuck like a tree in the ground, waiting for redemptions day.
Other times you’re the one in the choir, with long robes singing your heart away
Sometimes you dream of a life as pure as gold, without scars, without blemish
Other times you’re the one who had a vision, you heard and you totally believed
One day you’re this, the next day you’re this and that
Sometimes the deepest waters of our lives are where we find…hope…peace…Love
Other times the puddles of our self righteous lives give us a false meaning of Grace.
Picture by: Paul Sober