I heard that the future is in my hands,
So I starred into the palm prints of a possible map to my destiny,
Right to the Fingerprints of my unique identity.
I admit the map looked too complicated to unfold.

Then I was told
A revelation of what the future holds.
Should be in the hands of He who created even me. To be like thee.
Made in His image and likeness, so sovereign in His Majesty
ever so  timeless!

I was born a creator,
From the moment I held a pencil it felt like I could write untold stories of my imagination, but they were slowly erased by "reality".
That never gave me clarity.
Deep sigh
I exhale the breath of life I inhaled from my dusty days of formation.

No information told unto me can replace
the word, my Father engraved in my heart of..
who I am meant to be.

I am, a child of the great I AM.
And I'm yet to leave my footprints on my way to my predestinated destination. Leaving the map for the next generation.
That will lead them to the way of life.
In truth, the future is not in our hands
But his,
And his name is Jesus.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11 NIV 

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