Life by Design

The swaying of the trees is not of a gentle breeze.
Rather that of a whirlwind that has twisted your life.
Paths that you once knew are foreign and harsh.
People you esteemed now their cold backs you feel.
Comfort you once embraced is like twisted barbwire.
Striving in vain as the light of the morning comes.
Weak and broken lying at death’s door, now aware.
Not by destiny or design did life become hell
Living a life not yours leaves you with no rewards
Knock on the wrong door brings no joy to the heart.
A lifetime of pleasing others can never compare.
As a life lived only one day as it was designed.

If you live your life to please others, you will never know “True Joy” in your heart.

Papa Ray Hurst

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