11 countries in 11 months with no where else to go,
I take each step in such a hurry my pack bounces too and fro.
I'm running for something great and wide;
I'm running to His thrown!
Month one I learned that I'm not perfect,
Month two I loved my squad,
Month three and four I'm with my team and know that life can be quite hard.
For the rest of the months I have ahead I wait on in eager desire.
But here in the now my mind is still present;
My mind is becoming softly sound.
I wait for the Grace of God to come get me,
I'm being transformed to wear His crown!
