Page's of a diary

A blank page in a diary is all that I see. to fill with my own special thought's, hope's , & dream's. Only God and me it's down to us to.

I wish that someone else would get a clue.
so many hurt people that put on a smile, and walk down the street with a required style.

So many people just like you and like me, hoping, wishing, for someone, something to come set them free.

"they have the perfect life" is what people say, but every night they cry on their pillow because it's not that way.

"Loser" they murmur as they walk by, they don't see the tear's that person's dying to cry.

They are above them is what they believe, But God said " I have created all men equal" and that's what I pray to achieve.

To show the fake smiler God's loves them and there's so much more to life, to show the hurt person it's ok to cry.

Jesus love's them and that's all they need to know.

A new person at church just wanting someone to say "hello" to notice,to care.

Page's of my diary blank no more, filled with stories of God's people who have found healing and a place in which they're treasure to store.