Are you tired of poems? *Edited*

I wrote this blog post a few hours ago when I was in a slump- a depression. I cried, I moaned. But God said the rainbow would come, and it did. No, my circumstances aren't awesome. But I just learned that my thoughts of me were wrong. I was painting my life will dull grey & black colors. I was letting my thoughts shape my life.

But God had other plans. I am still taking this one step at a time, but I am learning from this. Yes, it sure did have a purpose. The poem below was written out of some agonyzing feelings & emotions. But if I can just remember that I am God's workmanship, & He wants me to paint my life with the color of the rainbow, my trials won't control me.



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There Is A Purpose

My heart is weak

My bones are aching.

Step by step my strength is breaking.

I know I’m blessed

No reason to fret.

But lonely days just haven't left yet.

I have You as a Friend

Your love is so sure.

But I’m so weak, it’s all still a blur.

And when I pray,

I know that You’re here.

But how many times will I shed that small tear?

I’m so close to saying

Those very real thoughts.

Change my heart now, before I whisper and plot.

 Now, what is my problem?

I have it so good.

I know I’m not acting the way that I should.

Please work this out,

And help me to see,

That all the while, you were simply molding me.