I remember the time,
Before I knew the Lord,
When my days were like shadows,
And my nights felt like a never-ending chord.

I wandered through the alleys of my mind,
Searching for answers I could not find.
The world was a puzzle, pieces scattered,
And I was the stranger, lost and battered.

I sought solace in fleeting moments,
Chasing dreams that vanished in the air.
The whispers of hope were distant echoes,
And the silence of despair was a constant glare.

I remember the time,
Before I knew the Lord,

The weight of the world was my burden to bear,
A heavy cloak of worry, doubt, and fear.
I stumbled over the stones of my own making,
In a world that seemed to be ever-breaking.

The stars above, so distant and cold,
A reminder of stories yet untold.
I longed for a light, a beacon bright,
To guide me through the endless night.

I remember the time,
Before I knew the Lord,

My heart was a well, deep and yearning,
For a love that was true, an eternal burning.
But the flames were dim, the coals were ash,
And my soul was a canvas, a blank and empty sash.

I remember the silence, the void, the pain,
The longing for peace, a cleansing rain.
I was a traveler on a road uncharted,
A quest for meaning, a path unstarted.

I remember the time,
I felt the presence of the Lord,

A whisper, a gentle call,
A voice that lifted me from my fall.
It was the dawn, breaking through the night,
A promise of grace, a guiding light.

I remember the time before I knew the Lord,
When I was a ship on a stormy sea.
But now I sail with calm and purpose,
For His love has set me free.

In the season of time, I’ve found my thread,
A journey of faith, where I’m gently led.
No longer lost, no longer adrift,
For in His presence, I’m blessed with a gift.

Love Aicha [eye-sha]

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