Bounded by Faith

The tapestry of my thoughts would have me go no further than the yesterdays of my person; perhaps too, the tomorrows of worry and supplication. When truth doesn't always seem to have taken root, it's then that my hopes give chase to a paradox of freedom and liberty that seemingly subscribe to a notion of earned righteousness. Dimly lit are the lights of hope that may get doused by fear and contentment, but my soul will hold on, for if nothing else, there is greatness in Faith.