Come to the Garden...An Invitation to Serenity
by:
JoAnna O'Keefe
I
feel rootless
Like rolling tumbleweed,
Moving, moving, moving
Dizzy, from the speed
I have no peace, no quietness,
I have no rest, but only turmoil.
Job 3:26
My days are swifter than a runner:
they fly away without a glimpse of joy.
Job 9:25
The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.
Job 30:27
Job 30:27
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