The New Daisy

There's a place I used to go, I called them the hills. I had my own hill there. It was the first place where I felt the closest to God. Where I first really experienced freedom. And although it wasn't the place itself that transformed me, it was during that time I was being restored or being healed. I remember the first time I came back there after some time away after first moving away. I couldn't hold back the tears, although I tried to. Would I ever find that place again? Would it ever be the same? I can't complain! I experienced something so wonderful, so powerful and fulfilling, so glorious, freeing, how can I forget? Almost every day I see a picture from that place that a person posts on Facebook and I think to myself, I miss that place. But really? No one can take what I experienced from that time. And because of Hinds Feet, I trust God's plan to give me Hinds Feet. How can I complain? I'm thankful. There are people who will never have their hill or the freedom, or the memories, or the hope. Oh I pray more do.