You wear a mask on your face.
It’s Mardi Gras every day.

No one sees
the tears dripping off of your chin,
or the stains coloring your cheeks from crying not too long ago,
or hears the pain in your voice as it cracks,
you quickly clear your throat.

They don’t see.
They don’t know.
They don’t hear you.

They just know the smile
you sprint to turn on like Christmas lights and
that special laugh reserved
for those particular moments.

Dear Lord…

 Thank you for dying on the cross for me and
for providing all of my needs.
I am a sinner Lord and
my only desire in this life is
to have a closer walk with you.
Teach me how to pray
without vain repetitions.
Teach me how to do things Your way only.
Please accept me as I am,
broken and in need of a Savior.


You Stood Up

Thank you for being brave, 
For standing up for your belief.

Even when, there was a reason to fear,
you resisted the urge to retreat.

You’re not afraid of living or dying,
a testimony to your faith.

It’s funny how pointing a gun in your face
will bring out the nature of your heart.

You stood up
without fear.

Your conviction
was clear as day.

Your faith in God renewed
someone else’s struggle with their faith.