Round-n-Round

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Round-n-Round

I get so sick and tired.
So very sick and tired.
Over and over again.

I struggle.
I fight.
I war.

I argue.
I push.
I pull.

I reject.
I spurn.
I ignore.

None of this works.
I only wind up wearing myself out.

I need You,
And more of You.
You are my only Hope.
You are my Salvation.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

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About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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