part 1
I've heard many times the saying "All things are possible."
That "every day is yet another chance to reach for the stars."
But sometimes,
it's hard to reach past the cracked ceiling of a dorm room
thats probably felt more out-stretched hands than Jesus.
There are times
when my belief is not strong enough.
There are times
when even my inspiration runs dry.
So dry that even my tears cannot rejuvinate
my motivation.
But somewhere in between the cracked walls of my dorm room,
behind all the posters and decorations,
like Lauren Hill,
you touched my mouth with your hands,
And placed in me what
alcohol, weed, and bad cafeteria food could not.
I'm grateful
For the touch that
"made my desire pure"
Allowing me to reach beyond the cracks to grab hold of my star.
That "every day is yet another chance to reach for the stars."
But sometimes,
it's hard to reach past the cracked ceiling of a dorm room
thats probably felt more out-stretched hands than Jesus.
There are times
when my belief is not strong enough.
There are times
when even my inspiration runs dry.
So dry that even my tears cannot rejuvinate
my motivation.
But somewhere in between the cracked walls of my dorm room,
behind all the posters and decorations,
like Lauren Hill,
you touched my mouth with your hands,
And placed in me what
alcohol, weed, and bad cafeteria food could not.
I'm grateful
For the touch that
"made my desire pure"
Allowing me to reach beyond the cracks to grab hold of my star.