There’s a distant place that’s waiting.
I can hear it call my name.
And a distant dream that’s birthing;
Everything’s about to change.
I’ve been dragging, worn and weary,
Scarred by failure in the past,
But a distant song is calling,
And I’m finding strength at last.
No, I don’t deny I’ve fallen,
Gotten up, then failed again.
But I hear a distant promise:
“Never quit, and you will win.”
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Very good!
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Thanks, Dennis
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Like the cadence. It seems to underline the promise. As always, blessed by your posts!
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Thank you.
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