Underneath, I find more changes necessary, I’ve been selfish, still got a me problem, Jesus Christ has every answer, time to train, in a world saying love thy self and do as thou wilt, thicker than a quilt, over compromised airwaves, left to yourself in the ending, locked door hallway.
That aged echo
You can do better
Saturate within every thought
Far from discouragement
A gentle push, within, a smile.
Years are departing
And childish things go in a box to reminisce of the journey
God, you haven’t forsaken the deserted
Even as my loved ones die and others recede
May you hold my trembling hands to the end.