Thinking one way but not coming thru,
I wish to communicate like others do.
When thoughts and sayings don’t connect,
I think emotions need to be in check.
I do what I want but hurt inside,
I come and go like the rising tide.
Wanting wisdom from high up above,
I need my God, his strength and love.
“Praising you Lord brings me great joy,
Like a poor child getting a new toy.”
Limitations are abundant but not always bad,
Jehovah uses them to make others glad.
Peace of mind he gives to those who ask,
Faith is needed though it’s no easy task.
Someday soon Paradise will be here,
Thoughts will connect, I will shed a happy tear.
“Has presumptuousness come? Then dishonor will come; but wisdom is with the modest ones.”