| I don't know how to think.
My mind is full of evil and my heart is worse yet. My surroundings
are full of fault to my own eyes. Yet I look though the glasses
of love and profoundly see what I miss. This love is so powerful,
yet so gentle, so strict yet flexible, so precise, so much,
so You. Yet this focus comes and goes, as if I cannot grasp
the truth, the truth of the question, Why. I want to be your
trophy yet a spectator, I want to comprehend yet want more,
I want to be tough yet gentle. I want to be just like you
yet I know I can't. I know I wont but yet I will not give
up. Life is what you have made it therefore the creation in
which you have made Must be yours to give credit to the ONE
who does it all. |