Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living before we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
It's like standing at the edge of this large blue sea, rolling and turning just before my feet. The sand is still dry, but in a few months' time the waves will reach them and I would have taken my first step into the endless waters of tomorrow. Here my journey on dry ground would be broken sharply by the intruding call of adulthood; where the world demands you sink or swim. And if I'm blessed to be the child that I am even then, I would still believe my Jesus can help me walk on water.
The world's calling, but I think I'll choose His Way.
Another day of studying goes by.
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