Their roads crossed.
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
Pre-planned incidents, and unseekable strength.
But, their roads crossed.
Tied to strings, to the hands of Him, puppets they were.
They met because He intended them to.
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
Yet, they met, to yield something greater.
Out in the heat, tired and exhausted.
Walking their paths, with their own motives.
Struggling through it, until the glimpse of a shade.
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
An old tree with each leaf so defined,
Exhibiting it's power to render a cool shade.
And, hadn't they walked bravely enough,
To rest under it and converse to get closer?
"I want to gather the power to complete the journey"
Her aim was well defined like the leaves,
His was like the waters in the roots,
"I want to go up, to my maker."
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
Pre-planned incidents, and unseekable strength.
But, their roads crossed.
Tied to strings, to the hands of Him, puppets they were.
They met because He intended them to.
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
Yet, they met, to yield something greater.
Out in the heat, tired and exhausted.
Walking their paths, with their own motives.
Struggling through it, until the glimpse of a shade.
A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid.
An old tree with each leaf so defined,
Exhibiting it's power to render a cool shade.
And, hadn't they walked bravely enough,
To rest under it and converse to get closer?
"I want to gather the power to complete the journey"
Her aim was well defined like the leaves,
His was like the waters in the roots,
"I want to go up, to my maker."
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