A reflection on how life is sometimes. A day in the life of a writer, is not that different than any other.
Except by not that different I mean it’s totally different. I look at each situation and decide if I could possibly
write a poem that relates to others, and paints a picture of what I’m going through.
My forever debt is paid in full on Calvary/I find it hard to believe that when I feel defeated/
that’s not the truth of who you created/I get discouraged by so many things that I seem to put before you/
I don’t mean to put them first in my life/they kind of just end up there/
I know that each day I need to check my priorities/it’s a daily struggle/to keep my Lord first/
I feel like I try each and every day/to put others first and love them/
but at the end of the day/it kinda reminds me of how selfish I have been/
then it’s super hard for me not to get discouraged/because the day didn’t turn out the way that I planned/
show me what it means that it doesn’t have to be so uccessful/I just want to follow your plan/and put my agenda aside/
each and every moment you have in your hand/it is hard to comprehend/in an age where technology reigns/you can google
just about anything/in an age where knowledge is power/its hard to turn against the norm/swim upstream in a world that
doesn’t like different/
Life’s journey is the name of this poem/and I am thankful that each person has a different story/
it means that our God is so big/He will be brought the glory/even when we tend not to see how/
I hurt you today Lord/when I yelled when I got cut off/I hurt you when I choose not to love/
it seems like I’m going in the wrong direction/it seems like I can never make it on my own/
that’s when you tell me I don’t have to/because you’re right there with me/
my ears hear but my pride has gotten in my way/if I thought I could do it on my own before/
I know better now/because I have been to the bottom/and you have brought me to the top/
I thought I was all that/but you told me that was your reflection/
It’s kind of strange/the kind of life you ask us to live/to be first you must be last/the proud are going to be humbled/
it hard to imagine that a king/was born to a virgin/a carpenter in the middle of nowhere/in a manger where the animals
stay/it’s really hard to explain an upside down kingdom philosophy/to the theologians of this day/but I don’t have to/
because all you ask me to do is write what you tell me/and I know that it has to be your words/
because you have chosen to give me writing as an outlet/as a sweet release where I can come/
find you and get the encouragement I needed/I know sometimes I write sad songs/but I am learning/
the power of your redemption/