A Poem About Purpose.

It’s not a choice,

It feels more like a pull,

to expose what’s inside,

The expression of my soul.

It’s breathing, aching, it wants to come out

The lies of fear

“What will they think’ — ah…

The doubt.

But then I see someone else, living their truth

and having the courage to be seen

It gives me the hope

That in my life — I have a choice…

I can only dream….

With the want to be seen

Or I can show up, with all that I am,

his power working through me

I know I can.

It’s not my power you see,

it’s bigger than that.

This is aint’ no rabbit in a hat,

It’s not magic — not a mystery.

I trust and surrender, to his power and plan.

I let go, and don’t have to be…

anything…

I already…

AM.

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One with him,

I feel it inside,

sometimes the love is so strong

the only thing I can do is cry.

I’m not sad, I’m glad

to be saved my from sins

the actions of my past.

It’s not about who I was

It’s where I stand right now.

What do I do,

how can I change?

Lord show me how.

Be still, listen, and wait,

There’s not an action that you need to take,

He’s already done the work,

The battle’s been won.

It’s not fought with weapons of this world…

No swords, arrows or guns.

Spirit led,

Mouths are fed.

See the birds in sky,

they don’t worry about the day the’ll die.

Neither do you,

You can be saved,

This life,

This world

Just a short little stop.

So live fully…

give as much as you can…

It’s your one chance…

To be made in His image.

This…

Was the purpose of man.