How to Feel
A short poem asking what is real?
How to feel when someone asks “what is real?”
Here’s how I feel:
God’s love is real, just like a meal —
It fills me up when the going gets tough,
Fills me up when waking up is rough
Filling me up every day is more than enough.
How to feel when I long to belong, moving from place to place...
Here’s how I feel:
God's love is my light, keeping my hopes up at night:
It gives me grace, no fear to face,
Gives me grace, looking up as I pace,
Giving me grace, in every case.
How to feel when the world is corrupt and cries for help can't overtake wealth.
Here’s how I feel:
God's love is my refuge, ready to share and care,
It gives me hope, so I don't mope,
Gives me hope, ready to cope,
Giving me hope, never say nope.
In this mixed up madness, it's hard to not feel the sadness.
Let God give you strength, saving you from sin. Don’t let the world win.
