This Too Shall Pass

Finding Our Purpose From Jeremiah #34~Stand Strong in the Storm ...

When you've done your best and stood your ground

and nobody supportive seems to be around

don't you dare give up on your stance

repeat to yourself "this too shall pass"

When you've cried yourself hoarse about your true feelings

To a friend or partner, with whom closure you are seeking

Even though it seems they don't validate your cry

Don't you run behind them asking "Why?"

When you've given all you've got to your dream

and all you seem to get are struggles that make you want to scream

Recall that roadblocks are blessings in disguise

Some come to redirect you, some to make you wise

When the storms in your life never seem to stop

Leaving you with no time to clean up or mop

Know that the storm itself is doing the clearing

Of all the negativity from your garden of life

When you've quit your toxic traits and started being your true self

Don't be afraid of comments, critics, labels or shelves

Those who matter to you, won't mind the change

And those who mind the change, don't matter to you at any range

When nothing seems to be going right

And you have been forced to buckle down in fright

Know that you are being humbled

And reminded to bend and pray, not grumble

Pray, pray with all your might

Pray till you get the strength to fight

Pray till you get the perspective in sight

That you finding and being your true self is your birthright.

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