I've always been good at writing, it's true,  
With my poetry skills, you'd think I read through the whole glossary too.  
My verses celebrate God and His love for me,  
I share them with the world, letting my spirit be free.  

Though reading them out loud can feel quite tough,  
I stutter, not from nerves, but because the devil can be rough.  
He knows I speak with purpose, strong and bright,  
Yet I embrace my love for poetry, ready to ignite.  

With confidence I rise, for I have the grace,  
God stands beside me, in this sacred space.  
So back down, take a seat, as I wear my crown,  
You have no power over me; I am free, unbound.

In the quiet moments, a whisper calls,  
"Joy is not earned; it freely falls."  
We scrub and we tidy, we set the stage,  
But life’s fleeting moments slip through the cage.  

Hours spent cleaning before we can roam,  
Yet memories linger in hearts we call home.  
The dust will be there, the chores never cease,  
But outside awaits the sweet promise of peace.  

Let go of the burden, the “musts” and the “shoulds,”  
Step into the light, where laughter once stood.  
It’s okay to pause, let joy take its place,  
In the dance of the day, find your own grace.  

We often withhold from the One who knows best,  
Thinking we’re unworthy, we fail the test.  
Yet He waits with open arms, love in His heart,  
No need to be perfect, just play your part.  

Read His words softly, let prayers take flight,  
Thankfulness blossoms in the still of the night.  
Be patient, be faithful, through trials and fears,  
For blessings are coming, just wait through the years.  

So remember, dear soul, as you wander and roam,  
You don’t have to earn joy; it’s your true home.  
Embrace every moment, let laughter take hold,  
In the warmth of His promise, let your heart unfold.

Would you date or marry someone  
Who claims to love you yet won’t commit?  
Who promises to be there, then comes and goes  
As it pleases them?  
No, you wouldn’t.  

So why treat God this way?  
He offers love and forgiveness,  
Always present, steadfast and true.  
Yet you turn your back every time you sin,  
Ignoring His grace.  

You worship in church, then go home,  
Listening to music that curses,  
Promoting what is evil.  
You say you don’t hate God,  
But do you love Him enough to follow His ways?  
Is it too hard?  

You seek fun in the devil’s world,  
Then claim you’ll go to heaven,  
Just because you believe.  
That’s not how it works.  
If you willingly live in sin,  
Do you truly believe?  

Don’t be a lukewarm Christian;  
That’s the most dangerous kind.  
You grasp only half of what God desires,  
Dancing with the devil  
While feasting at God’s table.  
That’s wrong.

Every time I speak to you,  
A spark ignites, a new hue.  
The growth you've helped me find,  
Has turned my life around, redefined.  

You've shaped me into someone,  
A version younger me would have loved.
Now, when I look in the mirror,  
I see a light, a brighter endeavor.  

Inspired by my own tale,  
My story, now, I cannot fail.  
You see the best in me, always,  
And slowly, I'm becoming that, I see.  

Oh, did you think I spoke of love,  
Of someone here, of a man?  
No, silly, I hold to chastity,  
And speak of God, His love, divinity.  

Through His embrace, I've been transformed,  
His love, a fire, has reformed.  
In Him, I find my strength, my guide,  
And in His light, my spirit's fed, my pride.

What is faith?  
Complete trust, confidence in something true.  
Hebrews 11:1 tells us clear,  
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for,  
The evidence of things not seen.”

What does faith mean to me?  
I was ******* myself, seeking discipline to believe,  
But the real struggle lay in doubt,  
Believing in God, yet questioning His power.  
It seems odd, don’t you think?  
Letting emotions cloud my judgment,  
Leading me to act in ways I later regret.  

I was diagnosed with bipolar,  
Felt like my world was crumbling down,  
Unable to control the tempest within,  
It was all or nothing, feelings out of sync.  
Impulsiveness ruled my days,  
Yet now, I fight these battles with Jesus,  
And I’m winning.  

No longer do I bear the weight of labels—  
No bipolar, no depression, no anxiety to claim.  
People may say I’m delusional,  
For placing my trust in a book,  
But if that’s delusion, then let it be,  
For I stand firm in my faith in God.

Today, I refuse to let emotions win.  
I choose to put my faith in Jesus,  
Trusting Him, following His plan,  
And I promise to be obedient in all things.  
What is faith?  
It’s not merely seen to believe,  
You’ll know when you truly have it,  
For it lives deep within your heart

Do you ever find yourself annoying?  
I ponder if it's good or bad,  
I tell myself I’m unapologetically me,  
That I love being who I am.  
Yet, people point out things I can't see
My voice gets high-pitched, my energy soars,  
Even I find it annoying at times.  

God made me who I am;  
A child of God, I stand tall and proud.  
I respect everyone, near or far,  
I love with all my heart, that’s my vow.  
I don’t want to burden others with my wounds,  
Though my heart has been broken, it still beats strong,  
God healed it when He forgave my past,  
Yet still, it shatters so easily, it feels wrong.  

I've seen and felt the weight of evil,  
It crushed my spirit, so tender and small,  
But my heart, resilient, stands beyond it all.  
Why do I cry when someone asks if I’m okay?  
I told myself today was a good day.  
I’m alive and breathing, blessed by His grace,  
I know God loves me, and in Him, I find my place.  

But my flesh is greedy, always wanting more,  
Yearning for acceptance, for people to adore.  
Yet, I remind myself, I care not if they do,  
I’ll still love and respect, my heart remains true.  

I don’t struggle with sins like lust or pride,  
But gluttony and sloth, they linger inside.  
We seldom talk about these hidden fights,  
Why is it so hard to share these insights?  

People say I don’t think logically, only with my heart,  
But I try to balance both as I seek God’s part.  
Yet I feel lost
my heart and mind collide,  
Longing for His guidance, but they both seem to lie.  

Half the time, I can't trust my own body,  
It’s hard to discern what God wants from me.  
I spread His word as far as I can see,  
But the more I’m in touch, the more I seem to lose.  

There are 66 books in the Bible to read,  
Yet I haven’t finished a single one indeed.  
I read slowly, savoring each line,  
Though I love myself, I wish to refine.  

Is rushing a sin? It surely feels so,  
I’m moving too fast, losing my train of thought,  
Losing sight of what God wants me to know.  
I guess I’m not as righteous as I once believed,  
I’m sorry, Lord, for the times I’ve deceived.  

To those I’ve let down, I offer my plea,  
I know I’m not perfect, but I’m happy being me
A child of God, embracing my journey,  
With love in my heart, I continue to learn,  
In faith, I’ll find my way, with each twist and turn.

The Word of God, a sword so sharp,
Cuts through the soul, a spiritual mark.
It challenges, it stings, it wakes the mind,
A call to grow, to leave sin behind.

The Bible, my staff through life’s dark night,
Kills fleshly desires, fuels spiritual might.
It guides, it teaches, it sets me free,
A beacon of truth in life’s great sea.

But many claim, “I’m Christian too,”
Yet live in comfort, never breaking through.
They seek independence, momentary bliss,
Yet wonder why their hearts feel amiss.

The truth, though harsh, is meant to heal,
A hard pill swallowed, though it feel.
It’s not about mere morals, good deeds done,
But learning through pain, the path has begun.

Like a mother’s warning, “The stove is hot,”
We touch, despite the consequences not.
We think we’re exempt from life’s hard knocks,
Yet none are good, except for the Lord.

I follow Christ, the truth my guide,
It hurts, it challenges, yet I abide.
In love for God, I lay aside the world,
His voice my compass, my eternal pearl.

Not lukewarm, but bold and true,
I serve a God who sees me through.
Denominations may cause confusion’s maze,
But I will not let distractions sway my gaze.

The devil whispers, “Let me lead,”
But I will not yield, my faith will feed.
Through every trial, every test of faith,
I stand firm, embracing the Word’s great weight.

You may find me strange, my path obscure,
But in His light, I see the cure.
Each day I learn, grow closer still,
To Him who calls, and I must fulfill.

So be offended, if you must,
For in my words, His truth is ******.
A follower of Christ, a seeker of truth,
In Him, I find my lasting youth.