How big is the sky?
How far does it go?
And when you get there
Will there be more?
How wide is the sea?
As wide as the sky?
Or further and further,
Until it’s no more?
How vast is the land?
Does it suddenly end?
When sky, sea and land meet,
May it begin again.
You feel a feeling,
You think it’s true,
But maybe it’s
Deceiving you.
You think a thought;
It seems so right,
But thoughts can come
From faulty sight.
You’re in a rut
Of rumination.
You must step back —
A thought vacation.
You need a standard
Of what is true.
Can’t be your feelings —
Misleading you.
Truly, you’re loved —
At least from above.
If others mistreat you,
Don’t let them deceive you
About your worth,
About your value.
You’re precious, you’re fine;
Your worth is sublime.
You are enough —
A diamond in the rough.
Quit being a victim;
Let God’s loving grace in.
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