Today, He whispered in my ear
Cut through the crap
Untied all my knots:
Yesterday is over- unchangeable.
Tomorrow isn't even here yet.
Today.
I only have today.
Today, He loves me.
Today, He is good.
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“Ima” (The Prodigal’s Mother)
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