While on this journey it's so hard to remain and Angel while enduring hell.
Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a padded cell.
My life. My struggles. My journey is an empaling story to tell.
There is no testimony without test and trials.
God is preparing me for his Glory while I live this painful lifestyle.
There are days I sing and cry out, Lord I won't complain. I know he's working so I smile.
I pray and praise him in good and bad days.
Because he's worthy and he make ways out of no ways.
Ya'll just don't know the half of it.
You see the inspirational post and you see may even see me on FLEEK but there are days I just want to quit.
When it comes to the troubles of the world I feel like I just can't handle or fit.
I pray and cry and write and ask God to just ease the pain even for a bit.
To God I give myself away and fully commit.
Even when I feel weak and down, something inside me lifts me up, I know it's nothing but the holt spirit.
I'm blessed even in my mess God said I will reap my benefits.
I Matter. "To God Be The Glory" For God I stand, his goodness I can't just be quiet and sit.
But, my story matters because God wrote it.
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Poetic Tiffany Poet
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