Picking up the Pen Again

For a long time I did not know,
What is the purpose of my posts?
I choose words that may tell a story.
I choose stories that make up my life.

For a long time I did not know,
Why am I different from others?
God chose me.
And it is my choice to be who I am.

For a long time I did not know,
What is the purpose in my life?
To live is Christ and to die is gain.
Only have faith, hope and love...

For a long time I did not know,
Did I have a heart?
Though my heart was cold as stone,
He filled it with life and love.

For a long time I did not know,
What was my heartbeat?
My life is not my own,
But precious memories shaped each heartbeat in my life.

For a long time I did not know,
How to see afar of that home?
Every prayer and Word of God shared together,
Gives me more hope in seeing the unseen.

For a long time I did not know,
How to walk along the narrow way?
I have to live with a passion to seek Him first.
I can never forget about my beloveds.

For a long time I did not know,
how to write with Him?
I will pick up the pen,
And share with you of His of love.