"I'm Only Human"

I get tired of my life. 

I get tired of my mess. 

I get tired of others negatively and strife. 

I get so tired of another life's test. 

I feel empty. I feel less. I don't feel whole. 

I'm only human my God is working on my mind, body and soul. 

Sometimes, I cry out to God and say free is where I want to be set. 

God replies hold on Tiffany  I'm Not finished with you  yet. 

You have no idea daily what I go through. 

I'm only human, several times I ask God Lord where are you?

Perfection is nowhere in me, so many days I'm lost without a clue pleading to God what shall I do. 

Then I think of a song my mom would sing. 

"Hold Me Jesus"'if you hold me I'll be able  to bear my burdens. 

Sometimes I feel like my blessings are behind a door that has a bolt lock. 

So I start singing remembering her song and she said when it's over, when all over come on and rock me. Rock me Jesus. Rock my sins away. Rock my troubles away. Rock my trials, and all my tribulations. 

When it comes to God there is NO LIMITATIONS...

We expect blessings but God also has  expectations. 

My naked truth is I'm human when it comes to moods I have a variety. 

God is still working on me. 

I'm an open book even in my darkest hour I feel the need to share and confess. 

I'm only human. A working progress. 

Motherless. Fatherless. Brotherless is hard especially dealing with bad days. 

Pain sickness bullying through it all I still have a praise. 

I'm quick to shut people out because I'm tired of life I'm tired of myself. 

But God always has a ram in the bush and I'm reminded he is my present help. 

It's imperative that I change my way of thinking God is always there. 

But the Good News is he isn't going nowhere. 

Until I'm buried in my grave a real human is what you'll see. 

Every body don't see it but I'm here to tell you God has a hold on me

My past has made me who I am so there is no desire to erase. 

I'm not a saint just a sinner saves by grace. 

I'm not out to hurt people's feelings my intentions are always kind. 

I try to distance myself from those who hurt mine. 

If I ever hurt anyone I'm woman enough to apologize. 

May God bless my fake associates trust I recognize. 

I'm only human but the best thing about life is to know whose and who you are. 

The sad part is people I  love the most have become people I love from a far. 

Almost sixteen years ago two people held in their pain to console my grief. 

But my mom taught me to trust and stick to my belief. 

I'm only human, yet, I don't want to argue fight or cuss 

I don't want to be last so putting Jesus first is a must. 

Fix it Jesus it's All about you not us. 

I'm only human I may not dot every eye or cross every T. 

But Jesus still loves me. 

Copyright© 2015
Poetic Tiffany Poet