Seventy days.
Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—
but seventy returns.
I caught a glimpse today—
of the peace You promised,
the life You said was possible.
God, let me keep walking toward it.
Seventy days.
Not seventy clean, not seventy pretty—
but seventy returns.
I caught a glimpse today—
of the peace You promised,
the life You said was possible.
God, let me keep walking toward it.