Heavenly Father, please teach me how to
pray and how to humble myself before You.
Please teach me how to love those around me,
those I can see every day so I can genuinely say
that I love You, Lord. Reveal my heart to me,
so I don’t have to stand before you a liar.

1 John 4:20

If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?

I’ve had to be strong when everything began
to crumble around me, God was the only one
I had in my corner when everyone else fled
because the going got tough I’ve learned to
depend on Him alone
for only He can fill my cup up.

Most people are fighting for lost time; they can
never regain those special moments
consumed by all of life’s distractions;
the cellphone sits at the top of the list.

From time to time you may feel overbooked,
and overworked simple things can become
troublesome, you feel like yelling
at the top of your lungs to find some relief
something feels off, and you’re not yourself,
but as time passes by, the frustration subsides
for a while, but this is actual life,
and the episode keeps repeating itself.

Live life as if tomorrow may not come
too many opportunities get placed
on hold for another day, you only have
this distinct moment to shine.

A roller coaster best describes my life
there has been more downs than ups,
but it’s because of those grueling rides, why
I CAN STAND on my own two feet
I had to work harder than most
to get out of the hole.

We look at each other but don’t see past
our insecurities; we speak, but no words
come out; we stay mad at each other, and
that’s the only conversation we share
with heartfelt emotions; we’re strangers, and
that’s as close as a genuine relationship gets.

Poor attitudes have become prized
possessions these days; those chains
are dangling everywhere; everything
seems hopeless when it’s pitch black,
and that’s how some people live
their lives covered in darkness.

Frowning is the closest thing to a forced smile,
and that’s asking for too much kindness
—a piece of life gets sucked away
when negative energies hang around the light.

Excuses are what we make
when specific things take precedence
over other not-so-important things,
we use “not enough time in a day”
as a receipt for our lack of interest.

Love and acceptance,
two beautiful expressions
yet ugly weapons of self-destruction,
walls, not bridges get built,
full of complications,
light lost in translation.

Sometimes a smile is scarce,
you live life with a frown on your face,
opportunities pass you by, but you don’t
realize anything else outside of your bubble
because you’re unhappy. All you see are
the difficulties you are facing; everything around
you become a restriction to your freedom.
Simple tasks seem like a chore; you’re on
a roller coaster, and you don’t know how
to get off; you’re up for repair
earlier than expected this year.

Something must be going right in my life;
the devil works overtime in overdrive
to try to slow down my progress; my entire life
has been a terrible, heartbreakingly beautiful
and blessed mess; it’s a daily struggle
to maintain some level of sanity. God is worth
every drop of my blood, sweat, and tears;
I must be doing something right
to remain on his radar.