I like to think of myself as a stepping stone.
As a teacher, if you will.
The one who will surrender
for the knowledge of the ill.


In times of pity and in sorrow
I remember nature’s call,
Because I am but an animal
And otherwise I’ll fall


Or rise
One day to my surprise
I may find
The stepping stone my Holy bind.


In-se-cur-i-ty
And then I realize while I thought I was teaching them,
They were teaching me
How to learn, love, laugh
At them, at me
Accept myself for who my God wants me to be.


In the end it’s only you
You that knows and grows
And anyone with eyes can see
a stepping stone can’t do so.