Bumps In A Road


United States
33° 17' 27.276" N, 112° 2' 8.5704" W

I don’t always walk on the right path.
I try to do things on my own and I fall.
I fall into the deep holes of life.
I follow my own path instead of God’s.
I keep falling and falling but God keeps picking me up.
He never loses faith in me
even when I lose faith in myself.
He forgives when I think my wanderings are unforgivable.
God gives me a choice.
Which path will I choose?
The path with holes and bumps that leads to nowhere or
The path without holes that leads to God and his promises.
Which path will I choose?
I can’t see the big puzzle for my life.
I only have random pieces
so I stumble.
God has the whole puzzle.
He knows what is best for me.
The holes I fall into, teach me.
I know that God’s path is right.
I will never give up.
I will trip and fall but God is faithful.
He will never leave my side.
Through the bumps and holes, God is still God.
And that God is mine.



Bumps In A Road

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