one day you get told to love something one day i picked justin

You sacrifice for others You can give everything to a person And they don’t give anything For when you start wondering How much space you occupy in someone’s heart Give them space And see how long it take a for them to fill it.

When the world declares war on you And your thoughts rebell on yourself nobody is there to defend you I will fight for you, when you won’t fight for yourself

It hurts me when you hurt, Not because you did anything wrong I will struggle with you, so you won’t have to alone.

I’ll come to you to help take on some of your pain But I know full well that it won’t make it go away

You dont hurt me I choose to hurt with you

We long for those magical moments, where God's love fills you That warm wonderful feeling, where you can feel him in the room

Like when we're worshiping together, with my brothers and sisters in Christ When his joy fills us all, and everything's just right He is with me

But what about the opposite? When I'm alone and at the bottom When colors feel muted, everything goes numb, and I feel forgotten

When the warmth of his everlasting love seems to disappear, People say he's with me, but he doesn't seem to be there

I cry out to God but they pain still persists When I sincerely start to ask if I want to exist

Sometimes God love wraps around me Other times I call for him but he seems to leave me lonely

But our Lord works in mysterious ways Like a text from a friend, a happy thought can part the clouds of grey He is with me

Because the God of the mountains is the God of the Valley That's how I know that he'll always be with me

In the world of dreams and wonder, Where innocence and love collide, There lies a treasure, oh so tender, The words we speak, a gentle guide.

"I love you," we whisper, soft and true, With arms outstretched, we hold them tight, Through every joy and challenge they go through, Our love will guide them, day and night.

"You're special," we say, with gleaming eyes, For each child holds a unique light, A gift to share, a precious prize, Their presence fills our world so bright.

"Believe in yourself," we cheer and proclaim, With every step, they learn and grow, Through failures and triumphs, they'll find their aim, Their dreams will flourish, high and low.

"You're capable," we remind them each day, With every hurdle, they'll find a way, To rise above, to pave their own way, Their strength and courage will never sway.

"Be kind," we teach, with gentle voice, For love and compassion make the world rejoice, With open hearts, they'll make a choice, To spread kindness and make a difference.

"You matter," we assure, with utmost care, Their thoughts and dreams, so precious and rare, Their voice, their essence, beyond compare, In this vast universe, they have a share.

So let us cherish these meaningful words, And shower them upon the hearts we hold dear, For in their souls, love's melody is heard, A symphony of hope, year after year.

Christian themes

If I were to talk about something meaningful Would I say: hearing the words “I love you,” or something similar?

Those words used to lift me up, But now they only hurt me.

So what of the strange and miscellaneous information Stored in my headspace shall I choose?

Because now that I need to pick from my thoughts, The relevant ones flee, all but one.

“God, save me from your people.” Is a quote I read many moons ago.

Where from, I cannot recall, I have but a small suspicion why it stuck with me.

It was about people who had been hurt By those who claimed to be the Lord’s servants.

So they turned their face from the Lord, But that is not the God I know,

And those people are not Him. He is good, and he sees you.

It is easy to turn your face away from the Lord When one has been pained by others associating with him.

But when you return to him, with an open mind You see the changes He makes in your life.

He is the only one who can say “I love you” to me And fill my heart with the joy it lacked.

In the dawn of your days when the world was a game, I asked you to tidy, to clean, and to tame The chaos of youth, the untamed room's sprawl, To learn from the rise after every small fall.

"Yes, ma'am" and "Yes, sir," the words that you'd say, Not knowing their weight or the price they'd repay. A chore here, a task there, a small daily grind, Seeds sown in the soil of the young, growing mind.

You'd sigh and you'd frown, not seeing the gift, The future you'd thank me for, shift after shift. For life is a canvas, not always pristine, And through your own mess, the truth must be gleaned.

Now you stand tall, in the world full and wide, With manners that show and a grace you can't hide. The beds made, the rooms clean, a life of your own, The seeds have now blossomed from what I had sown.

"You'll thank me when you're older," I said with a smile, Knowing well that the lessons would take quite a while. And here you are now, with a thanks in your eyes, For the mundane turned mighty, the simple made wise.

So when you tell tales to your own little one, Remember the journey and all that was done. For each "yes, ma'am" and "no, sir," and beds to be made, Are the bricks in the path of the life that you've laid.

I’ve been told by a toothless man that 1+1 is 4.

He later asked if I could I could spot him on a “itty bitty quarter.”

I’ve been given food for thought by men who couldn’t afford food.

They told me to work very hard, “Cause look at all the hell we bought.”

I’ve been told there’s lizard folk within the Oval Office.

But that was at a pet food store, while I was looking at iguanas.

I’ve heard a deaf man speak about the end, but that was as he took a leak behind the bar while hitting on my friend.

I’ve been told that monsters don’t exist under the shadows ‘neath my bed.

That one is quite true

• cause monsters
• they exist inside our heads.

It wasn’t your fault they left, It wasn’t your fault they cried, It wasn’t your fault they hurt you, It wasn’t your fault they did that.

It will never be your fault that they said that, It will never be your fault that you didn’t see it And it will never be your fault that they did it, They made a choice and it’s not your fault.

It isn’t your fault that you cried for weeks, It isn’t your fault that you felt angry at them, It isn’t your fault that you wanted to be alone, It isn’t your fault that you acted human.

It’s okay that you thought it was selfish, It’s okay that you hated them, It’s okay that you felt angry, It’s okay that you let tears fall.

It wasn’t your fault they left that day, Or that they cried so much, Or that they hurt you, And it wasn’t your fault they let go of life.

You couldn’t have predicted it, You couldn’t have prevented it, It was their choice, Stop blaming yourself.

It is not, it wasn’t and it never will be your fault. It’s okay. You are only human still.

Uncomfortable times are the furnace fires that mold beating hearts