My December
January starts a new year Of things I won't forget Following the foots steps of Another With no clue to what's ahead Where can I run that You don't find me Where can I hide myself from shame Into the deepest of oceans? Or to the highest of mountains? You found me where I am You stop by and lend a hand Moving on I will remember To let go my December Things are not what I perceive to be Lean back and enjoy the grapes Growing up is never easy All I can say is "Spirit, help me" Where can I run from my destiny Where can I hide my face from pain Is this what You've called me for? Now I'm in the "lost YET found" box Coz You've found me where I am You drop by and lend a hand Moving on I will remember To let go of my December Moving on I must remember To let go of my December December here is talking about my childish ways. God is teaching me to grow-UP and growing up = more responsibilities, stress (sometimes), prioritizing, and doing grown up stuff....