‘oh, i have had my seasons—
of wandering, scrambling…lost.
if it wasn’t for the goodness of God,
the patience, the love—
i would have drowned.
“eyes on Me.”
“eyes on Me.”
He repeatedly said.
sailors used the north star as a reference point—
to find their way home.
may you and i set our faces on the Only One who can lead us home—
through the storms, the waves, the darkness.
“eyes on me.”
love, kt’
