What is our purpose in this world, we ask. We crave to feel important, We want God to give us a generous task. We desire our purpose to be known. Our name written for future generations. Have our actions seated on a throne. We’re never satisfied and looking out, Waiting for our turn to make…
Featured
Show Them
Our job isn’t to change people. To make them different or same like us. Forcing them into a perfectly shaped steeple. As they sit in rows quiet and straight, Hiding from others. Afraid of the potential hate. We live in a world that’s black or white. It’s one or the other, not full of color….