Our trains of thought
race down their tracks
starting in the same place
but they lack the destination
of equivalent conclusion.
You spark
and rattle,
you shift in the wind.
You derail at the slightest
bump in thought.
Your wheels are not straight,
your gears are not oiled.
Your engine runs rough
and your coal
is all but gone.
Where can you get
with such a mass of metal?
An engine without function,
a way so incomplete?
I once was where you are,
with a machine
that could not function.
I cried out,
I begged for help,
I needed Him to repair me.

“Take these broken parts,
these gears that do not shift,
give me coal to burn,
oil to maintain
and mold the tracks
I follow.”

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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