The Hardness
Living for God, is not as easy as it seems,
we all have our part, in un-answered dreams.
As we walk in life, the battles are still there,
as each day we struggle, we find it hard to bare.
As we live each day, the heart aches, they will be,
as they drain the love, from you and me.
Daily in our passing, as we inter twine,
we are up and ready, to be a live by nine.
As the day passes, the thoughts that fill the mind,
the feelings of the heart, doesn’t take it all so kind.
The emotions, that swirl inside of you,
leaves us wondering, now just what to do.
We can call on God, if we can believe,
it’s all in the way, that we choose to perceive.
Then we have to trust in Him, even the more,
without letting our perceptions, closing the door.
What a battle every day, against ourselves you see,
who makes it hard to live for God, is it you and me.
What makes it so difficult, to stand in the light,
when it’s, to each his own, is his own fight.
There is a way to live, without all the mess, you see,
I let you be you, and, you let me be me.
Then there are others, who have no care at all,
beware, the darkness comes, right before the fall.
Why is it so hard, to live for God, you see,
the hardness, truly builds character, in you and me.
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