(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up