He Knows What We Need

Our Father sees what’s best for us,
So why should we complain? 

Though we long for endless sunshine, 

He knows we need the rain.

We cherish joyful laughter, 

The warmth of happy days, 

But tears refine our spirit 

In quiet, tender ways.

He often sends us trials— 

Not to wound or bring despair, 

But to shape us for tomorrow 

With loving, patient care.

Like trees that grow through tempests, 

Or stone beneath the blade, 

Our souls gain strength and beauty 

By storms and cuts well-made.

God never brings us sorrow 

Without a deeper plan; 

Each loss becomes a blessing 

In the workings of His hand.

When we reflect on mercies 

He’s poured out from above, 

We’ll find no room for grumbling— 

Just gratitude and love.

For He adores His children, 

And sees beyond our view; 

He won’t give fleeting pleasures 

When pain will make us new.

So when life feels uncertain, 

And trials linger long, 

It’s simply God within us, 

Making our spirit strong.

The Solitude of Sorrow

Joy spreads like a spark that ignites the air;

Sorrow walks in shadows, beyond repair.
For happy hearts are magnets wide—
Each soul its own weight must abide.

Laughter echoes through the mountains high;
Tears fall silent, lost in the sigh.
The world responds to joy's clear tone,
But sorrow's whispers are unknown.

Celebrate, and friends will gather fast;
Mourn, and they will wander past.
They seek the warmth of sunny days,
Not the dark clouds of sorrow's ways.

Smile, and faces light up all around;
Frown, and the crowd will fade to ground.
They'll raise their glasses to your cheer,
But won't be there to wipe away your tear.

Feast, and your halls will echo delight;
Fast, and the rooms will empty in the night.
Win and share, and life will feel complete—
But loss will find its own retreat.

Joy's grand hall overflows with glee;
Pain's narrow path is walked alone, you see.
Each soul in its own private strife,
With no crowd to share the weight of life.

The Journey to Forgiveness

Forgiving was a mountain—
For those who wounded me deep, 

Who twisted truth and tried to steal 

The song I fought to keep.

They cast their shame upon me, 

Sorrow soaked my soul, 

I shattered under pressure, 

No longer brave or whole.

My worth felt like nothing, 

A heart dragged through the dirt, 

I crumbled under judgment, 

Confused, betrayed, and hurt.

Then came the gentle Savior, 

So humble in His stride,

Not clothed in worldly glory, 

But Heaven’s love inside.

No riches marked His presence, 

No fame adorned His name, 

His only aim: to please the One 

From whom all goodness came.

I gave Him all my brokenness, 

He offered peace divine, 

No longer bound by cruelty, 

Or fear of humankind.

I asked Him for forgiveness, 

Then passed it on with grace 

To those who bore their burdens 

Of sin and dark disgrace.

And as I gave that mercy, 

A healing light broke through— 

My soul stood tall with honor, 

My heart was made anew.

Now I seek one voice alone: 

Is God pleased with me? 

For only He is worthy 

To shape who I should be.

Faith Through the Storm

At times, life’s trials weigh us down,
The bitter mixed with sweet,
We brave the tempests all around,
Yet struggle not to retreat.

We chase the dreams the world defines,
And lean on fleeting things,
But hopes built on unstable ground
Are shaken by what life brings.

Yet when we place our trust in God,
Our footing stands secure,
No storm can break the ones He holds—
His love will still endure.

With faith, we weather every gale,
His grace will be our guide,
A lighthouse shining from above,
With mercy as our tide.

So come what may—through dark or light,
Through sorrow, joy, or strife—
He’ll lead us home with steady hand,
If we walk within His light.

Never Stop

Never hold back your feelings—
If joy finds you, embrace it.
If sorrow lingers, face it.

Never fear the effort
To mend what’s broken—
You may be amazed by what unfolds.

Never carry the world alone.
Don’t let tomorrow shake you—
Take each day as it comes.

Never dwell in guilt—
The past is past.
Learn, grow, and move forward.

Never think you’re truly alone—
There’s always someone
Willing to listen, ready to care.

Never forget your power—
So much is within reach.
It’s easier than you think.

Never stop loving.
Never stop believing.
Never stop chasing your dreams.

Blueprint of Friendship

To build a box called friendship,
Sturdy, deep, and wide,
Begin with respect as the base—
Firmly set with pride.

Secure the corners carefully,
Where trust must tightly bind,
No room for lies or shadows—
Let honesty be aligned.

Its walls rise tall with purpose,
Four sides that stretch and grow,
The more you give, the more it holds—
A truth we’ve come to know.

Now fill it full with kindness,
With honor, grace, and care,
Add empathy and vision—
Dreams you're proud to share.

Pour in joy and laughter,
Let love rise to the brim,
These treasures sit atop it all,
A light that will not dim.

But leave the lid wide open,
So others glimpse inside,
And learn what makes a bond endure—
A friendship built with pride.

The Field of Life

We cannot reap the golden grain
Without first sowing through the rain,
Nor gather joy from earth’s embrace
Without our tears to mark the place.

This world is not as it may seem— 

A fleeting thought, a distant dream. 

Its yield depends on how we strive: 

A bed of thorns, or blooms alive.