People see my futile side,
how I hold on to truth so tight.
People heed to words I say,
and some are amaze while I pray.
People exalt the things I do,
and how I respond to crucible too.
But
People should see how I stumble,
or how at times I mumble.
People should see my real cry,
and how I try myself to be denied.
When people see the goodness in me,
and when I'm actually unworthy,
there I hide at the back of the Almighty.
-Steph Dioniso, August 23, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
People see my futile side,
how I hold on to truth so tight.
People heed to words I say,
and some are amaze while I pray.
People exalt the things I do,
and how I respond to crucible too.
But
People should see how I stumble,
or how at times I mumble.
People should see my real cry,
and how I try myself to be denied.
When people see the goodness in me,
and when I'm actually unworthy,
there I hide at the back of the Almighty.
-Steph Dioniso, August 23, 2015
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