Poetry Time Kids
I got on a bus- didn't know where it led decided to stay on and see what life had. I went for a ride and hated it so- but I kept all my baggage- I never let go. Over a year I carried the heavy load- through the schools, streets, where ever I had to go. Took this long and these measures to come to this- I'm getting back on the bus but just for one thing. Yesterday I got on but only for a second. I didn't even get a transfer ticket. I simply got on and off at the next stop. Leaving my baggage, starting to walk with a hop. A different street I haven't ever seen but deciding to walk it just to see where it leads. This is my new street- a new me.
So I just now wrote that... needed something to relieve all my thoughts and all. I haven't actually written anything for a while.
Last night and this morning, I couldn't sleep and I think that there's a reason. I study a chapter from the Bible every night [[right now I'm working on "30 days with Jesus"]] but last night I read a few chapters extra, as with this morning. I read about how Jesus goes to Samarita[?] and talks to the Samaritan woman at the well. He tells her about her past, her life, and she gets a little offended saying "Sir, I can see you are a Prophet". But I got to thinking and one day, I'm going to be before Jesus, and he's not going to tell me the details of my life, I'm going to have to tell him. How am I going to be able to?
That's what has been on my mind.