without hearts of prayer what are we?

 What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.

    

~Eleanor Powell

unknown to be known

    Sometimes it feels like my world is complete bologna. it pains me to see that people don't understand me and they don't even try to. i may seem like an abstruse person but it wont kill you to try, will it? it hurts that people stomp on, and take advantage of my sincerity when they don't know that i'm holding back tears, that i'm closing this neverending, gushing, acute wound over and over again. i'm beginning to have a pallid heart, if nothing all... all covered in lacerations. i give and give but making the receiver more greedy, i'm left empty. it's my fault. my life sort of how do i put this:sucks. and i do want to cry. i'd love to scream but in return i would be silenced. they all construe that everything is yipedi-doodaa fine, that my face says all the things that you need to know. but this is an apocryphal statement. i do so much but maybe i'm the one being selfish, maybe im the one hurting myself, hurting the people around me. i really dont know.the rest is ineffable. and thats why

God aids the lost.
he is my saviour, i will not be in want.

The Truth

Psalm 27:8

"My heart says of you, "Seek his face!" Your face, LORD, I will seek."

Deuteronomy 4:29

     "But if from there you seek the LORD your God, you will find him if you look for him with all your heart and with all your soul."


                    SEEK THE LORD FOR HE IS THE TRUTH.