Daily StrugglesA Poem by Valentine
Daily Struggles
I have lost my way, again I see; The easy road is hardest for me. Following a straight line, in between two points; I always carve out, curves and joints. I may try my best, but I am not "pure," As much as I might wish I were. I cannot pretend I am perfect... you see, When life itself, will not let me be. I try hard at times to do my best; Always being put, to another test. And just when I think, I have that licked, Life hits me...with a big stick. I cannot live up, to what people expect, I trip and fall and say, "What the heck.?" How can the others, that I have met, Been born perfect, and not had one test? No one admits, their life was a mess, Before the Lord, came along to bless. If they were so perfect...before, How could God, offer them more? Why can't people, admit where they've been, Say they are struggling daily, to be more like Him. Valentine
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