This is a poem believe it or not, even though I really can't think of a word that will ryme through it all. So I just jot my lifes troubles down on paper, rather than to cry at times to just the four walls of my bed room.
Whether if I'm here or there, or just plain any where, there can always be a Godly expression of care. So why do I just cry to the dead sheet rock of the four walls, when I could have just cried out to my God so tall.
To think of him, to think of me, even of "We"ah, that's it! He'll see to it that we're happy some where. For my good intentions of my heart will only be a small part to make this poem shine down the line of life.
It's the final results that ultimatly count, for it's the final end results that must be achieved in everything that we do. Our good intentions is not enough to be a creative success, but the Lord our God will help us.
Wise words of wisdom. Some times life trows a curve ball. One needs to just keep plugging along and do the best they can...M
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2006
my heart will only be a small part to make this poem shine down the line of life.
I'd say your heart is a BIG part of this poem..I like your mind and you manner of expression..chin up..you're not alone..besides..here we are..your new friends..all of us ta AD..good to have you here..
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
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I'd say your heart is a BIG part of this poem..I like your mind and you manner of expression..chin up..you're not alone..besides..here we are..your new friends..all of us ta AD..good to have you here..
give us more of your innerness..
Vesna;)