Poetry

My Joy

On no one else will I depend

On no one else will my smile bend

My joy comes from within

And when my heart does break

It will also mend

It will not only mend

But grow stronger as it learns

That my peace is a part of me

Not a result of all I observe

No it’s not from my friends

My work or my sacrifice

But from who I am 

And how I interpret this life

Poetry

These Three

Pride quiet yourself

You will not be entertained

Suffer silently through

your offense and inflated pain

Regret you’ve been replaced

This is no longer your domain

You ruled uselessly for years

Now turn and go on your own way

And last but not least

I am abandoning you fear

For all the missed opportunities

You caused me while here

1 Corinthians 13:13

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Poetry

Stronger

I no longer have to apologize

To the world for my every mistake

And seeing where I’ve gone wrong

No longer causes me to break

I don’t like it and I’d rather be perfect

But I’ve yet to find one who is

Thank the Lord He is gracious

That He sees, knows and forgives

Guilt and fear are getting weaker

While strength is taking their place

It’s not Your will to live in shame

But to walk in confidence and grace