Holding Station

The day distance collided with peace and subtlety My heart begging a pardon as a breeze hitting me from behind A strong wind in my mind's way of pain, anger and humility Remembering his voice as I walk my path, and the remembrance, not kind Getting back to the plane I was on before, I fell upon these worms I strive for serenity and find it for a moment, then longer It is not what I have done in my life to accomplish and deserve But rather a gardener, still looking upon the sky for rain I know the truths in this life and it is By God that I will do them! It is not for me but in effect I am blessed because of it It's the Lord God who paints the sky of pink and blue and captures men He creates each individual smile with careful, caring wit I cannot fathom the smallest of details He made with perfect love The light itself He spoke into existence, with a breath, mankind....... I struggle through his conflictive view - like a radio out of range, while I change the station with a glove Of all the treasures, the one in my heart, within, I hold near Jesus, my God the most awesome find! Note: Smile...