March 8, 2023
Do those I know consider me as kind?
Do words I use inspire and offer hope?
What are the faults not seen by me, I’m blind?
Would I be judged a wise man or a dope?
Sometimes it’s hard to know how others feel,
How much they trust the words I choose to share.
I pray I’m always genuine and real,
That others plainly see I truly care.
The more that I dig deep, the more I write,
The more I get in touch with what’s inside,
Pull back the curtains, fill the rooms with light,
Let others in, find nothing left to hide,
I realize it’s not what others see.
It’s only by God’s grace that I’m set free.