A Poem
Many times I tried to enter back,
Seeking a path to reverse the lack.
Sleep woken only by tears,
Over many long and lonely years.
To live again the heart's desire,
To be with the ONE I so greatly admire.
A broken heart unable to do anything than cry,
Knowing never again the soul to fly.
But could the mind be free,
While those in great hurt fail to see?
Surely God demands I not allow myself love,
While others in great pain go without that from above?
Unable to see correctly what God had built,
Constantly filled with the feeling of guilt.
For I had failed to live as He had desired
I had made His dream be denied.
Until one day I catch a glimpse,
Of the nature of His Brilliance.
No longer in constant dread,
Courage is allowed to raise its head.
Grateful that He loves me is the deal,
Without what I can do or make Him feel.
Nothing that is, nothing that ever will be
Is as important as understanding Your love for me
Nothing that is, nothing that ever will be
Is as important as Your love for others to see
It is up to You to be YOU