Life is what you make it

Life is what you make it,
As hard as it may seem,
God knows how much you can handle,
But how much on him will you lean?

When you’re laying in your bed,
Just to open your eyes is such a dread,
Facing your problems can be so painful,
But running from them will make it much worse instead,

You stand if front of the mirror,
And wipe your tear-streaked face off,
You just want to craw back into the bed,
Where its nice, warm and soft,

Life can be so frustrating,
It can make you doubt your self-esteem,
God knows how much you can handle,
But how much on him will you lean?

Take the Picture

Take the picture,
Even if you think it doesn’t count,
Because later you may realize,
That it was a Kodak moment meant to last

Laughing and talking,
Crying and gossiping,
Take the picture,
You never know when it will be their last one

Singing and playing,
Relaxing and sleeping,
Take the picture,
Actions speak louder than words

Put your big smiles on,
And strike your pose,
I’m going to take the picture,

And you being you, is what I’m trying to capture.

The Puzzle

You have the lovers and the haters,
The cordial and the unstable,

The rich and the poor,
The famous and the gimme-more’s,

You have the softies and the physicals,
The hard-headed and the emotional,

The Angels and the devils,
The saints and the evils,

You have the smiles and the tears,
Those that scowl and those that fear,

But reading back over this makes me see,
I’m writing down all the little insides of me..

Our Choice

We have choices in life,
Some call them options,
We can choose to do things right,
But then again, that’s only an option.

We can choose to drink and drive,
We can choose to smoke and die,
We can choose to live and learn,
We can choose to kill and burn,

We have the choice to walk the straight and narrow,
We have the choice to go where there is no sorrow,
We have the choice to read the Bible everyday,
We have the choice to go to church on Sundays.

We have choices in life,
Some call them options,
We can choose to do things right,
But then again, that’s only an option.

Everything

In my life, my family and friends mean so much,
They mean everything to me,
But do I tell them often enough?

Above everything in my life, God comes first,
I say my prayers every morning and night,
But do I really think that's all he's worth?

I donate to the needy, when someone asks me too,
But would I do it more, if I at one time had been in their shoes?

Sometimes I feel as if my world is a living nightmare,
But I thank God for my small problems in all of my prayers,
I know that people have it much worse than me,
So why am I crying over a silly matter like a baby?

I know that sometimes I take things for granted,
But if I can't say it in words, then I'll say it on paper,

I love you all so much; please know that when you read this later.