Twenty-Seven*
One hour ago things were very grey; right now I’m more than amazed.
Repetitive things don’t always adjust to the way I think; life is familiar – just like writing in the same ink, doesn’t mean I’m going to writing the same thing.
I’m looking for grace and mercy to flood my soul and spirit; I want to feel it in my veins; I’m searching for it beyond these walls, above this ceiling!
Don’t make me say that again….
Twenty-Eight*
I am great
I am empathetic
I am not small
I am not pathetic
I am a servant
I am a leader
I am not quiet
I am a loud speaker
I am a conqueror
I am triumphant
I am not less than
I am one out of one-hundred
I am filled with glory
I am thankful to my Lord
I am not fiction
I am a true story
Leave a Reply