poetry

The light, it always shines  Yet sometimes we hide our faces  Too afraid to face the cloud  Scared...

Why do we try so hard?  To please the world  When we never can.  Worldly things will never  be fully...

Why do we try to write the story  When the Maker already has the script  We try to write in pencil...

Never thinking we’re quite enough  Always missing the mark  Almost there, but falling short  never...

My purpose in Him  Why do I try so hard to be something?  To live up to that expectation  Striving...

time isn’t something to waste  It’s precious, not everyone has it.  we’ll never feel like we have...