I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides!

Even though-out the Trials, Christ is always reaching out.
Even though all of the Good times, Christ is reaching out.
Even when We keep struggling deep in Sin, Christ is there.
Revealing Him- self to Us while He is reaching out to Us.
For Christ never gives up on Us till We die in Our sins here.
But it is always then that He shall give up on the doubters.
But it is never His doing, but it is Our doubts in the end.
That brings Him to finally Let go of not giving up on Us.
For He Loves each and everyone of Us more than We deserves.

I am sorry been in a lot of pain lately sorry again.
More than usual but I am praying Blessings on you.
Upon you that You shall be blessed more than usual.
I am praying that your purpose shall be reveal to you.
That you shall be Loved by all that you meet on earth.
That you shall touch their lives , and they shall see Christ.
I pray that your poems shall Heal all that sees them also.
I want to see you used by Christ , and that you are held by Him.
Every single day that you shall see Christ working within you.