Why does it feel like I am running barefoot in the dark? I have felt this way all my life. One of my favorite poems is Footprints (in the Sand). But instead of being with Jesus, and watching my life, it is I am alone on a beach at night during high tide. No moon, nor lamplight to guide me, just me and the beach and the tides. With the tide comes broken glass onto the shore. Written on each piece of glass is a name or event, and all my life I have been running on the beach trying to avoid the glass. Sometimes it nicks me, sometimes I get a deep cut. Sometimes I am able to avoid it all together, but always when I think that I have gotten past the glass shards, the tide washes in new glass, or needles, or other harmful waste. I guess I am thinking so much on it is because I thought of the piece of glass that cut the most... He cut so deep that my heart bleed so bad.
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