Truth, Beauty, & Goodness
- Lucy Ettawageshik
- Apr 7
- 1 min read
Try as I might, my belief is sheer
Repeating prayers with a single tear
Unable to grasp that deception isn’t here,
Taking a breath, I learn truth is not mere
He holds me close, and I do not fear.
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Blue eyes ringed with black, curls brushed with a comb
Endlessly searching, empty eyes roam
Asking for peace, aching to go home
Understanding my place, I no longer bemoan
Truth alights from my Father, solid pain turns to foam
“You are my daughter,” He says, and I am home.
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God holds me in the dark and in the light
Open arms and listening ear inclines to my plight
Old habits die in the grace He gives
Delivering me from pain as He lives
Never bending, never abandoning
Each prayer is like a branding
Silently guiding, leading me to Him
Savior, O my savior, your light is never dim.
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