It Is Well
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It is not my want, never mind my need.
It's not my desire, opportunities yield
It's painful, my cries wretches deep
My faith stretches, I stand debating if I should leap.
I want to speak my fleshy mind.
Tell life that it didn't go as planned, it wasn't kind.
This is not what I expected, I don't want it anymore.
Wishing that someone would block it, don't let even the score.
But, my soul, it hums. It's battered as it sings.
It smiles as the battle that still has my ears ring
Its content, it whispers fulfillment to this hollow shell.
Because it has been taught long ago, that despite this, it is well.
~J&M Remedies.
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