God Bless You
I search within my heart, dear friend,
so this is the respect I send you,
that you may know that far or near
my loving thoughts attend you.
I give you this poem
to express to you
that in every single way
God bless you.
God bless you during happy times
and your successes,
for true joy can only come
when He blesses.
God bless you during sad times
and when troubles oppress you,
for sorrow cannot bring you harm
if this is His way to bless you.
God bless you throughout life,
so do not moan and groan,
because He blesses you,
so you are never alone.
His bright light will guide you,
and dark shadows cannot hurt you whatsoever,
because He blesses you,
so you are safe forever.
A Weed
I am a weed
growing innocently and securely in the ground.
I am unattractive: misshaped, neglected, shunned.
My roots are fragile;
my stem is too short;
my petals are oddly shaped;
my leaves are of a strange colour.
One day so very long ago I entered a special garden
where they accepted weeds and half-breeds
and turned them into roses.
I stood shaking with anticipation.
The roses surrounded and informed me
that if resolution abides in the heart of a weed a rose can be made.
I trembled, a ugly weed among lovely roses,
wondering what I should do and become.
God overshadowed and shared with me
that He accepts and loves me just the way I am,
so I left that special garden with joy and praise in my heart
knowing God accepts and loves me, so I can do the same.
I went back to my home under the sun.
I am a weed.
I will always be a weed.
I am who I am.
Let me be me.
