“Luck” Doesn’t Stand a Chance

Luck doesn’t stand a chance
while God is in the picture.
There’s no competition or rivalry.
It’s just a copped-out word
that brings forth instant gratification.
It stings to think that
God can make the impossible…
possible at all
so He often gets no credit.
“Luck” seems like a better explanation
when extraordinary things happen.

Where I Came From

Now I look to God for everything.
I used to think
I could do it all on my own,
and acted like I didn’t need Him.
I even stopped praying for a while.
My defenses were down but I didn’t care,
I couldn’t see the light.

As long as everything was good on my end,
I could care less;
I could do it all on my own,
I didn’t need Him for anything.
I certainly thought I was better off
following my own path,
until I was thrown off my high horse
and landed on my butt so hard,
I was torn to pieces
only God could put me back together again.

Beat Fear and Anxiety

Let your voice break.
Let it shake.
Let it crack.
So what?

Say what you gotta say anyway.
Sound silly in front of many faces.
Ask those questions plaguing your mind.
You’ll eventually learn how to stand without falling.

It shouldn’t matter what people say.
What happens next, you decide.
Kick fear aside.
The true champ inside you awaits.

Get started.
Develop a habit.
Don’t quit.
You’ll win.

Preyed Upon

I don’t want to
waste away my life away
thinking about unnecessary things

I hate to admit it but I
worry about a lot of unnecessary things.

I worry about materialistic things like
the car I drive,
where I live,
or the clothes I wear.
I ask myself questions like
what will people think about me or my family
if we don’t have the things that they do?
At times, trying to keep up
with the latest developments
just to make an impression.

I worry about silly things like
the sound of my voice,
being late,
or not acting cool enough.
Will people laugh at me?
Will my voice break, crack, or shake?
Will I sound like a fool?
I get nervous from the unknown.

Worrying is a cruel joke.
You are preyed upon like a fool.
Your wandering thoughts have created
mission impossible scenes
in your mind only you can see.

Sleepless Nights

Sleep fails me.
The night passes by in slow motion.
Minutes turn into hours.
I’m so exhausted.
My head hurts.
A long day awaits me.
I don’t even want to think
about the struggle it will take
to keep my eyes open at work.
Gotta fake it til I make it another day.

Left Turn

I used to try to
puzzle my way into the long
and overcrowded assembly lines of life,
just like everyone else looking for
a place to belong. But I was never
one to stay put long enough to see
if I’d fit in or not. I always found
a way to carve a new path for myself,
separate from the gathered crowds
following in everyone else’s
footsteps but their own.