Then find a person whom has no one that cares about them.
Then start to pour on unconditional love upon that person.
It does not have to be romantic at all, it could be at a nursing home.
Then watch as Christ uses you to bring a change to that person's life.
For it shall be Christ that unconditionally love that person through you.
Making you a world changer to that one persons live, and it shall be beautiful.

I'm just a writer
Someone who molds letters
I don't fight in battles
Words are my sword

I'm just a writer
"Not really anything special"
Most ignore the talent
They're too busy with the scoreboard

I'm just a writer
Blending in with the crowd
To try and soak in emotion
Just to scribble it all down

I'm just a writer
I don't lift heavy things
It's not like speaking out for lost hearts
Is considered heavy lifting

I'm just a writer
No one to be noticed easily
Invisible to the naked eye
Because the world has lost appreciation

I'm just a writer
I won't be picked first
I'm not on the winning team
You'll see me on the bench

I'm just a writer
One who knows how to awaken
A deadened sense inside of people
One with the most open mind

I'm just a writer
One who is in the back
Reveling in inner beauty
Though I appear quite dull

But when you read the words
The expressions of heartbreaking and healing things
You'll begin to wonder
What have you been missing

When you look at me
And see a lot of nothing
You'll notice the signs and ask yourself
Am I really just a writer?

That was supposed to be me
I'm supposed to be the one with you right now
Calling you baby and holding your hand
Kissing your cheek and making you laugh

I remember when it was
When you were faithful and you cared
I remember how sweet you were
I remember when you turned

Was it your friends?
Or was I just not good enough?
It's times like this when I miss you
I was tempted with the thought of you and now I'm relapsing

I have a love
I have someone better
But still I sit here in tears
Wishing I could still call you my dear

And I know if he read this, he'd wonder why
Why am I not satisfied?
Well, I am. He's more than enough
I just can't function through this brokenness sometimes

I don't want you back..
I just want to know you
I just want to see your face and still be ok
I don't want you back

It hurts to think about it
It still gives me nightmares sometimes
And still stings my chest
But I'm not giving in

I won't text you no matter how bad I want to
I won't say I love you even though it feels like routine
I won't assume to position of my arms around you
I won't break and do what you want me to

But it's so hard
When I still have your number
Still want to run to you and hold you
Still wish to be your everything

I want to hurt you more though
For all this pain you've caused
And for how you've broken my trust
And left me damaged

I just wish I'd never asked your name
Never given you a hug
Or gave you my number
Never put up with the racist laughter

I stood up for you
You knew I was true
And you used it
Why didn't I see it?

I still lie to myself
Saying if I were to see you today
That you'd want me
You'd still need me

I'm too stupid
Too broken to know
But my heart now belongs to another
And he's putting it back together

Where did the child go?
The one I used to know,
He would talk real slow,
Always wanting to grow

He is gone
Like a fading song
On the breeze
between the trees

He is not under a rock
Nor beyond a casket lock
He is dead in my mind
It seems so very unkind

Innocence lost
A young Lifes cost
Caught in this ever changing place
Wandering hopeless... Not sure where to face

Then the voices strike
Shouting using my mental mic
"Your no good"
"You wish you could"

Try to run
Can't outrun the gun
it's the voices
Criticizing his choices

Beaten and ******
His feet all muddy
Fingers  broken back
His ribs about to crack

Innocent child
His spirit is wild
He refuses to be docile
For the longest while

The voices rise
to cause his demise
to crush the boy
Who cries for a toy

Bullied Into the dirt
His life so very short
A sliver still survives
Struggling hard to thrive

Into the darkness
Of The mind
There are voices
You will find

You are not alone,
I am with you.
Come little broken heart, your angel is here.
Let me shelter you.
Let me wrap you in my warm embrace,
Forget the storm raging on around you.

Come little broken heart,
I will hold you tight.
I will stand beside you and take on your fight.

I won't let you fall,
And though it may seem that way,
You're not falling at all.

Come little broken heart,
You bring the pieces, I'll bring the glue.
And in the morning, when the sky turns from gold to blue,
I'll take your hand, pick up your feet and whisper that one day, again, we'll meet.

Come little heart,
You are no longer broken.

Quit checking for monsters under the bed,
When I realized the only monster was the one in my head.
My buds have blossomed, some even wilted.
To the world I am walking tall, inside I'm way off kilter.
Far from what I once was, yet not sure as to what I am to be.
I've traveled so far, but have so much to see.
I watch as my footprints fade behind.
Can't help, but crave a rewind.
Too hard to constantly look back.
It eats away at me everyday, as a matter of fact.
However, everyday is a fresh start for me.
Stopped leaning on what could have been, & started looking at what could be.
Like riding a bike, there is only one way to keep your balance.
You have to keep moving...that's the challenege.
Take risks, be brave, ignor the interference.
There is nothing in this world that can replace experience.
It's about the places we go, people we meet...things we do my dear.
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
It should derive from your dreams, if not they aren't nearly big enough.
Stand tall with open eyes & keep your skin tough.
I may not have made it to where I want to go, but I think this is exactly where I need to be.
To be honest, it's not easy, but the challenge is adrenaline to me.
You aren't living if you take on the world with stealth.
Life isn't about finding, but instead, creating yourself.
I have realized that elegance is not being noticed...it's about being remembered.
So i don't know about you...but my doubts have surrendered.
Time to start living for the moment with confidence.
After all, we only live once, so start listening to your conscience.
There is a world full of obvious things, that go unoticed everyday.
Mouths full of words that aren't sure how to be delervered in the right way.
Open your senses to feel everything, take it all in.
Let loose and just go with the wind.

Christ said by your faith you are healed.
It is all a faith thing, God wants our trust.
Once we realize that he is our all in all.
Trusting him to protect and provide for us.
Then things shall start changing in your life.
For through faith mountains are removed.
Freeing obstacles from your path ahead of you.
Thus living a Spiritual life not a worldly one.

Here I stand a liar
in a world where the truth is said to be absolute
and a God may or may not exist to punish the wicked and unjust
(hint: God is only what you think of yourself in your head)

and I ask if anyone of us is even worth saving.
But then I remember the nights when group sing-a-longs and metaphysical I-spy were the noises that made my heart hum, too
(hint: treasure the time spent laughing with friends before they die. Really, truly).

I remember the way my little sister used to hold my hand as we crossed the street until my reach embarrassed her,
and I bring to mind the nights my baby brother fell asleep on my chest, which was a perfect fit for his head
(hint: no one can stay young forever).

And so tell me why I keep on living
even after all the reasons I've been given to stop.
I walk around streets just watching people move and I know
the ineffability of humankind is found with the word humanity
(hint: it's when a person can still be kind when they have lost all they had).

In London zoo a lion escaped
They forgot to lock his cage
It disappeared into the night
Hungry, filled with rage

Poor old Brian had lost his job
His life had hit the skids
His wife moved in with his mate
She also took his kids

He hit the bottle pretty hard
He started to get ill
His grandma died, he got the call
Turns out she had a will

She had millions in the bank
And she left it all to Brian
But on his way to cash the cheque
He was eaten by a lion.....