In GOD's Hands

...Is where I put my faith, hopes, dreams, and all that I am; so…
When I’m at my wit’s end; I put it in God’s hands
When I don’t feel like helping a friend; I put it in God’s hands
I mean, I do what I can, and can barely deal with my own, that’s why I put it in God’s hands.

My neighbor in need isn’t a friend in deed; because from what I see they never helped me so why even bother to help my fellow man…I put it in God’s hands.

Plus I’ve been burned before helping folks that come to my door…yeah, yeah, yeah… I know I’m not supposed to keep score. But I’m only human; made of the flesh, born to be selfish…that’s why I’m not perfect I guess. I’m just a man…so that’s why I leave things in God’s hands

…When sick as a dog and can’t stand
…Or don’t want to go out my way when I can
…If it inconvenience me and my plans
…Or when placed upon me, too many demands
…Or when I just feel as though its outta my hands...I put it in God’s hands

Man-kind I once thought to be an oxymoron but now I understand because all we have to do is nothing but, leave it in God’s hands…

I Love You Not...

I love you not…
Because your hearts’ so true but because you’re my sunset I will love you not because of what you do; I enamored by you because you’re my rising sun on a new day the second chance to a new way; of life. Melody in my heart; you the words to my music, loves’ ecstasy. What can I say it’s in the way you look at me; wondering what do you see.

Atop the mountain for miles I see, from this peak I speak my love for thee. It echos in the heavens like you do in my heart. Clouds give way to your rays of love feeding life to my soul making each day whole; it never ceases only increases my devotion to such notions like;

Walks on the beach hand in hand
Pillow fights in the sand
Breakfast in bed; desert where we stand
Trips unplanned to places so grand
But the biggest notion of all I dare to be your man

The feeling is mutual, I’m sure of that. Only because you’re sitting there reading this smiling right back. But I realize I’m not the one for you, oh…don’t think I didn’t get a clue. ‘Cause if I was, there’d be no hesitation. You and I both know it’s not about the situation, not location so you say; but the “money” to my dismay…can’t escape the innate desire in times of need only “money” inspires. Those liars of the heart; who want a life more than love, will never experience love more than life is what I was taught…so that’s why I love you not…