I am trying to write
But how can I,
when I'm in the writer's block.
My poetry book has been complaining
She said, recently it's been really lonely,
She hasn't felt the fingertips of my pen on her skin
I told her to put all the blame on me,
I'll make it up to you
But for now, let me hit the snooze.

Success can happen overnight
But prior to that are
many days and nights of hardwork,
shedding blood, sweat and tears.

It's not abnormal to have self-doubt
But don't let it cut your power out
Your mind might be asking many questions
Still, don't let that distort your vision
Your abilities are legit
You own them, so hone them
Don't be deceived, you're a perfect fit
Don't bring yesterday's pain into today
Don't let the thoughts of tomorrow put you in dismay
You have all that it takes,
To be the person you were destined to be
Just be careful of the words you speak
You will be fulfilled as long as your heart beats.

When greed and the insatiable hunger for power
Becomes the drive for our daily actions
We tend to give little or no respect to others
Sadly, many today are living in this fashion
Which explains the current condition of things in our world

The love of money supersedes the regards
given to humans and the environment
Corporations are raking money almost
at every living things' detriments
It's almost certain that these destructions will never end
Hope we don't end up ending humanity.

What is it about money
that turns best buddies into worst enemies,
turns brothers into one another's hater (or even killer)
So many chase money while losing family
It makes me question if money truly brings happiness?
I've heard of very wealthy people who
committed suicide
I've seen poor people living happily
Surely there is more to life than money
Still on the subject of money,
Is life incomplete without it?
Is life complete with a lot of it?

Out there are so many distractors,
Stealing our personal time with the Saviour
Instead of giving our attention to the Master
We have become attention addicts
In order to get a fix of attention,
We give our time to the things that don't matter
I wonder if that is the enemy's tactic
Planting bad seeds on our field
We have to act as the gardener that we are
We are to remove all impurities
And give our focus to the one who deserves it,
The Master!

Before I ever came into being,
I was first your selection
Then, you gave me life by
Breathing into my nostrils

I, wonderfully and beautifully made
In the likeness of Your own image
I, clothed and showered with Your love
Yet chose to disobey Your single law

Because of my disobedience,
Your blood had to be spilled
That I might be recreated into a new being
Yet I haven't given you total preeminence

The things that I wish not to do,
I find myself doing (even over & over again)
Still, your love for me hasn't moved an inch
From the deepest and innermost part of my being,
I just want to thank You Lord.