To myself, what am I doing?
I’m up at two in the morning.
I know that if I try to sleep,
To the land of dreams, I will take a leap.
But oh, here I am, awake and unsure
About the reason. I need a cure.
I think I’m done thinking of words that’ll rhyme.
Did you know that mothballs sublime?

Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would die for me?
Considering all the sins I've made,
He died for them; He so willingly paid.

Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would love me?
He relates with me in all His majesty and splendor
Oh, LORD, what more can I ask for?

Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would show me mercy?
As undeserving as this,
I was nothing, nothing but sin.
But by His blood, I am cleansed,
And clothed with His righteousness

Oh, how could this be
That a Man so perfect would lavish His grace upon Me?
He's been so faithful through all these years
Guiding me through laughter and tears.

Oh, Jesus, thank You for Your acceptance
And for choosing me without resistance.
Oh, LORD, I can say that I am truly blessed.
Thank you for removing my sins as far as the east is from the west.

I will not sleep until a poem I will write
Was what I promised myself last night
I woke up to the morning light
And a blank page was at my sight.

Oh, this is frustrating.
About what should I be writing?
Why can't the rhymes come to mind,
Or are the right words simply too hard to find?

There was a desire to give a certain amount,
But I lacked. No, wait! I must've lost count!
Counting... Yes, I was really short on cash.
How embarrassing of me, but I checked every stash.

I am aware that God will provide,
But do I cling to the promise,
And on Him do I fully abide?

I went through the motions that Sunday.
When a lady came to me with something to say.
The Lord told her that she had notes to give me.
I looked at her wide-eyed, filled with gratitude, filled with glee.

It was not just what I needed, but even more.
I can't imagine the blessings that are still in store!
God indeed works in wondrous ways.
Worry not about provision. That should always be the case!

Sometimes I just want walk, run, skip and crawl
Anything, I need to get away from it all.
With all that this world has to offer,
I could go insane. I tell you. I really could.
Hold on to God. I know I should.
Sometimes, though, it’s as if He is distant.
But He listens to my prayers at any instant.
His love for me, I can’t contain.
Believe me, He’s the only One Who keeps me sane.

This time there are no clouds to cry the bottled-up tears.
Frustrations, disappointments, and fears
Questions left unanswered
All my feelings have now been stirred.

Faithfully wait, hope, and trust
On God above, I know I must
Despite the confusion that this life brings
On no one else but Him, my soul clings

Again and again, I questioned, 'when will this end?'
Not that i want it to, but this is just to good to be true.

On a day which remains unknown to me.
I'll see the point in all this.
How it happened.
And how it came to be.