Me

I need to feel a gentle rain;

I need to feel the pulse of blood running through my veins.

I'm looking for comfort and release;

A time of rest, a time of joy a time of endless peace.

I see the world around me and it makes me feel so small,

But I know deep in my soul God's in control of it all.

As the days go by, I feel weary and alone,

Looking for someone to reach out to, and help to lead me home.

Someone that passed by wouldn't know sometimes I'm hurt inside;

I shed a smile so that they won't be able to read between the lines.

Sometimes I'm never satisfied, but this isn't my fight alone to win;

Every day is a blessing, and I've been fortunate enough to learn from where I've been.

Being patient can be a killer, and one of the hardest things to do,

Yet through it we find strength and comfort; just enough to get us through.

Everyone has a story to tell, and I have one of my own;

Surely to know me is to know me be the seeds that I've sewn.

I may be quiet and a little timid, but I've got it where it counts;

I have the heart of a stubborn warrior that refuses to stay down.

I've watched so many seasons change, and can't help but wonder why

Those that I still love so very much had to say goodbye.

I can still remember the joyful times of my childhood days;

Whether walking down that old dirt road or sitting out by the lake.

Sometimes I wonder where to go from here, or if I should change my pace,

Or if I should just take in all these moments I'll someday have to face.

I can't explain the way of my heart or my stupid foolish pride;

I just pray I can be forgiven for all I've done at the end of my time.

I try my best to live for others, but sometimes pride gets in the way,

Yet every morning I find myself thanking God for another day.

I'm simple and complex; crazy and serene;

Spend enough time getting to know me and you'll see just what I mean.