WHEN GOD ALLOWS IT - by Heartscript❤️

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Name: Natasha Lwesya
PenName: Heartscript
Genre: Proses
Profession: Medical Doctor
Location: Lilongwe, Malawi
Period of writing: 7 Years

*WHEN GOD ALLOWS IT*

When God allows it to end
Faith and disappoint are asked to
learn how to live together.

When God allows it to end,
The hope we had for our dreams to still alive
are asked to be surrendered.

When God allows it to end,
We struggle with the questions others will ask
of why we stopped.

When God allows it to end,
We learn to ask the questions that may not be answered and have to choose healing over reasons.

When God allows it to end,
He understands our fears, knows our tears
And holds better even when we don't believe it.

When God allows it to end
We are asked to keep trusting He will help us learn to love the new thing He says he is doing.

When God allows it to end.
©Natasha Lwesya,HEARTSCRIPT

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