To be decided- Forlore

I've mostly only ever written to satiate pain and difficulty. To breathe life into a wilted flower that didn't know how to bloom I thank God for small mercies I thank God for planting me beside rivers of living water. And now, I can muse Breathe Live in present moments my past could never afford I no longer hoard tears Paint bruises Ruminate on memories that held me captivated and didn't want to let me go. Now I bloom wherever I'm thrown I have a new song to sing I thank God for small mercies and looking past my sin He has restored my soul And given me green pastures to live Oh how I wish I knew the possibilities Oh how I wish I tasted and see No matter where I run No matter where I hide He's always chasing after me He'll always leave the 99 At no cost to me