As I pen these things

It might literally be all I have

Ink on paper

Does any of this matter?

Then I’m reminded of what I’ve seen

The places I love and the people I’ve been

Only Love could have brought me to this place

Holding in me a joyful heart while spit covers my face

Knowing that they’ve helped make me into exactly who You intended me to be

I’m trying my best to be a better man

Despite all my fears, I really am

I write these things to remind myself

That amidst this darkness, there still remains

Light, Hope, and a perfect plan

For the first time in my life

I am writing for the sake of writing

Living for the sake of living

Loving for the sake of loving

And I’ll live

So you can call this sort of life a hopeless endeavor

That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather

Call it pointless

I’ll continue to carry out Grace none the less

I will scream it till my face is blue

There is a point to all of this and its always been You