Dear G-D

As I pen these things, it might literally be all I have: ink on paper Does any of this matter? Then I'm reminded of what I've seen The places I love and the people I've been Only love could have brought me to this place Holding in me a joyful heart, while spit covers my face I've come to forgive those, who've wronged me Knowing that they've helped make me into Exactly who You intended me to be I'm trying my best, to be a better man Despite all my fears, I really am I'm trying my best, to be a better man Despite all my fears, I really am I write these things to remind myself That amidst this darkness There still remains: Light, Hope, And a perfect plan For the first time in my life, I am: writing for the sake of writing, Living for the sake of living, Loving for the sake of loving, And I'll live So you can call this sort of life, a hopeless endeavour That this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather Call it pointless, I'll continue to carry out Grace nonetheless I will scream it 'til my face is blue There is a point to all of this, and it's always been You