I’ve been through stages and phases, I’ve been through growth spurts and dry spells.
Spiritual growth spurts hurt, especially when they make you feel like bloody hell.

It’s when you know you gotta get yourself right that you become a mature adult.
I admit my weaknesses and confess my sins, I’m not trying to be rude or insult.

I’m not where I should be, and not where I want to be, but I’m going to keep trying.
I can’t help it that I’m emotional, it’s not my fault that I can’t stop myself from crying.

Sometimes it’s tears of sorrow, and sometimes it’s tears of joy, but I write poetry to vent.
I’m not trying to impress anyone, I’m just trying to express myself creatively, and repent.

I don’t have time to play games, I’m still trying to find love, because I want to know what love is.
I can’t explain it to you in any other way, I’m really trying hard to remain about our Father’s biz.

My faith in Him is strong, I KNOW He’s going to come through, I know this one prayer will come true.
Then I won’t be so frustrated, I’ll be patient, I’ll be full of love, joy, and peace, and I’ll excel in all I do.

Sometimes I struggle with writing what I am thinking and feeling, sometimes I can’t get it out fast enough.
On the inside I’m gentle, loving, and kind, but there are times when I can be blunt, raw, rugged, and rough.