Saturday, April 5, 2014


I am tired of being a slave.
Some of those, I tried to share my Love, cared not unless I cried.
Only GOD, some family/friends, my dogs Loved me unconditionally but yet inside, I have died.
Too worry not anymore, is my wish to do.
Hike through the mountains, through the cold I travel & Chase myself home.
Tired of all the loss, weak from desire, I am neither special, nor am I brave.
FATHER, into your hands I commend my spirit.
For am I saved not, too sin no longer, as this slave?
I am tired of being a slave…
Richard Abbenbroek...

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