A year to ponder
A year to think
A year to question why not me?
A year to look back on memories, to laugh and to cry
A year to wish youths didn't have to die
A year to long for something more
A year to find your heart yearning for the One standing at the door
A year of joy and one of pain
A year of black as night rain
But the dawn only comes after the night
Victory is only won after the fight
So we trudge on down the tunnel toward the Light of all lights.
Isaiah 49 : 30 - 31
For Even youths will grow tired and weary and young men stumble and fall, but those who hope in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary they will walk and not be faint.
In remembrance of my eighth grade year and the events that happened therein.
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