I Cry
My wife tells me I cry too much.
I admit that this is true.
It's because I feel so deeply,
It's not because I'm blue.
From my first memories there's a theme
The spirit of God divine,
It touched me as a little child,
My heart to God's plan--align.
At the tender age of eight, (1 Peter 3:20,21)
My family traveled far,
To a place with a baptismal font
This, my most cherished memoir.
I then received the Holy Ghost, (John 3:5)
The third member of the Godhead.
Whose light, comfort, and guidance
Has become my daily bread.
Countless times throughout my life,
This spirit has spoken to me,
Filling my heart with hope and joy
I love him, praise him--eternally.
He leads me, guides me, walks beside me,
Each moment of every day.
Loving, lifting, and blessing,
I always yearn for him to stay.
The world I see is filled with light
From mountains to the shores of sand.
The beauty, spirit, and majesty,
When touched by the master's hand.
My eyes are agleam as I behold
People coming to and fro.
Their worth to span eternity
God's wondrous gifts to them bestow.
The spirit of God is my anchor.
It burns within me as fire,
A foundation firm and secure.
To always feel it, I'll aspire.
For these reasons, yes, I cry,
In God I'm fulfilled and whole.
His companionship and trust,
Will forever be my goal.
Since I was a little boy I loved to write. I had different feelings and questions than my friends--a different outlook on life. I wasn't sure if I was weird or just different. I entered an essay contest at age 10, a nation-wide one, and got second place...
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