You tell of my shortcomings.
But, I speak of your accomplishments.
You hold me hostage.
But, I set you free.
...
It was a cold winter's morning, when I awoke to a body terribly ill.
Although in pain and seeking a doctor's care, my healing was the Lord's will.
I prayed and cried, occupying my thoughts with much dread and many tears.
...
It's a time for gift-giving to loved ones
and friends.
It's a time for forgiving and making amends,
with past enemies and greeting passersby.
...
You tell me that You love me, everyday,
and never expect anything in return.
You awake me each morning, to the beauty
of a bright and glorious sun.
...
Don't hold onto it.
Let it go.
Hatred, self-pity and revenge
are destructive and will not let you grow.
...
You And Me
You tell of my shortcomings.
But, I speak of your accomplishments.
You hold me hostage.
But, I set you free.
You tear me down.
But, I lift you up.
You wish hell on me.
But, I wish heaven for you.
You try to make me sad.
But, I try to make you happy.
You talk about me.
But, I pray for you.
You hate me.
But, I love you.
You've done all of these things to me.
But, I've done nothing to you.
So, what am I to you;
someone to talk about,
or no one to think about?
You tell me!