When will someone see How precious I can be? When will time be shifted In to a bearable season? I am so tired of the desert. So tired of my cave. Why are you so weird, you say.. Why were you created this way? Isn't there purpose Isn't there reason? The world I see is so different from others The connections I make are foreign and abstract So unique So complete So strange So different I beat this drum alone And very few can hear it The song that plays in my heart The beat I dance with my legs The spirit I move with my arms Alone I hear it, Alone I feel it, Alone He holds my hand. So unique So complete So different Designed for a purpose unknown Obscurity is all I am shown.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.- 1 Corinthians 13:6-7