My Birthday

As this hand and Mouth that has been taken over by an older purposeful mind turns a quarter of a century, in my well lit Conner i worship. Typically in songs and tongues but now in reflections, deep silence and prayer. With the screen in front of me and a keyboard that won't run out of ink. Hear my Heart.
In my days i have seen several days, much more than those coming after me. i have been in need and abounding in all. i have lost, been given and been taken from. i know pain also in ways you may never know. This is why as the year flips over i can write that in my lowest state i have mustered up a smile, i have laughed at serious things where people expected me to cry. i have had the cause to hold back people from getting into fights on my behalf. Because i don't just believe God, but i also know when he is at work, waiting or showing me a brighter path. i want to be beside him at all times. These decades and a half have been most meaningful since you came into the picture.

This is what worship should sound and look like. i tell you of how circumstances lose their meaning and i can rewrite my reality. Sleep in a boat with the storms raging. Experience Peace and do that smile i do with my left upper lip. It's going to come out right. He said it would i not only believe it i am too lazy to worry about it.  
If i write a memoir for my birthday and you are expecting to hear me talk about me, then it won't be this one. Because i am very sure that if He wrote his it will mostly be about me.