Feb 2013
I walked
Through the park
I smiled
And nearly shed tears
This grace
I am undeserving
Lifted hands
I'm observing
A great change
in self
Not self-actualized
Just realizing I must make better choices
Help me, God
Through the park
I smiled
And nearly shed tears
This grace
I am undeserving
Lifted hands
I'm observing
A great change
in self
Not self-actualized
Just realizing I must make better choices
Help me, God
While I don't like writing religious poems, I felt this today, and I figured I'd give it a shot. Not for my glory, I suppose.
