I’ve been thinking in rhymes

I’ve been thinking of all the small choices and how they matter.

Like building a wall brick by brick,

Or the steps in a ladder.

Each choice we make has been influenced by another

They trace their roots back to one choice,

Made by your mother.

In all we do, it flows from our heart

Whatever you fill yourself with,

It comes out in the dark.


Don’t grow weary.

Don’t lose sight.

You get to decide who you are tonight.

The choices you made may have brought you here.

But you choose now

Not to be led by those fears.

You decide the way you are defined.

Whether its by what that magazine says

Or by God’s perfect design.

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