My Truths

If I rely on myself for truth, I waste my time, for who am I, certainly not the Creator. —by poet My truths are bubbly and smile as light shines from my eyes and lips. Like a blossom unfolding through the ages, after my spirit was regenerated, through boundless weather, I hearken to God’s word. My truth is found in careful study, each scripture verse. God’s sword is sharp, surgically removes my sin and shame, scolds me, builds me up, points the way to paradise. In family and friends, I look for what is real, stand back if I must to size up, not for judgment, just for clarity. My truth is found in peace and calm, humility, strife. Experience rounds out my truths, for I’ve seen miracles happen. I rely on Christ to brave through the darkest night; and colors; and poetry.