There are days I don’t want to pick my head up off the bed.
I remember there are things needed, despite the fact I’m feeling this way.
There are days I can’t move as quickly as I once did.
Taking my time a challenge I learned as each person depend.
Each smile, each hope are forfillment enough.
They are my blessings each day that is tough.
🔒 MEMBERSHIP LOCK: PREVIEW EXCEEDED 🔒
You've unlocked an archival preview of this Restoration verse. To read the full text, explore the historical intent media vault, and gain access to all wings of the lobby, join our community.
We'll leave the light on for you.