Faith Uplifted Baby Steps!

Running away from your out-sides, least your insides. Taking sides with who knows who? You must know you best first. You can follow your dreams, or choose to mix your dreams in, a dish of faith, beyond wishes. Fate or faith, that is the question. The question has the answer. Choose the right one, with the common sense of a child, and the love there-of. Faith will happen regardless of your choice. Rejoice that faith is strong simple!

I must run from myself, my wants, my needs, to find myself. Just who am I? Who has lived long enough to say they've seen all sides of themselves?

How many corners alone are their to corner, least sides? I can't be boxed in, and if I am, why yes mam, you can flip my lid, up or down. Faith or fate, once again that is the question. You can steal my dollar, or my blue collar, but not my faith? You can't grab the wind. I can believe this, as is! Out-side in, inside out, or just one way or the other. Go all the way out. Go all the way in. Where are you? Where am I? Sounds almost sick. Sleeping while your awake, sounds even sicker. Faith brings rest like no other, it was said. Day-dreaming can't hurt though.

Twined-out of the ordinary, or two different people, least to many! What will we do, with you? You'll probably do next to nothing, least nothing. I'll consider it a favor, one way or the other. When will I come to my senses, to make sense of this? I need to find my whole self, for myself sometimes. Help yourself, at this spiritual table. Open new doors. Go for the full follow through within you. Find yourself, to not find me, but you.

Need to be able to take myself. Would be more than pleased if I could know all of me, maybe. Maybe it's maybe with you to. Your the one for me, can't be said, without some faith to me. Make believe works for me and against me. Leads to later the best of reality, or a wish it never was. Side-tracked, then beside myself. See bits and pieces to put together. I've found myself enough to almost pick-up all of the pieces.

Will I have to start again, the question waits, until I'm ready to face it. I need to know its all and all. I feel small in not knowing if I really have all the pieces. Faith where are you more? Wait for me faith, to catch up with myself, least you! You wouldn't run from me, unless only to teach me more. I've seen it time and time again before. Still more pieces to assemble, that resemble me, myself and the full I.

Faith your the one for me! You see all sides of me! Your make believe to equal reality later, for some. Your the equalizer, your wiser than I can ever know, even if I find all of me, in my own eyes! I'm glad that I realize I'm not suppose to know all sides of me. It's a good thing to be interesting to you, with room to spare each and every day! Faith this is you. Your part of me, but not all of me! Thank-you for sparing me, of over-indulging in myself.

We need each-other, to find ourselves best. I tried alone, and tried again. I found myself better with the both inside and out, from beyond just me, and me alone. Thanks for being my home faith. Sweeter than sweet home! You were made for us all! Well sided enough to see all sides early of everything. Present is past that we call present in pieces. Your always the early arrival. One step, two? A baby step here, a baby step there. Looks larger than large to us. Your faithful, faith, and so much more. Your part of the heart of loves charity.

I don't always know how far you walk ahead, least which-way, for my own good. Faith you carry so much weight, no one could size you up. Love only knows your reach, for each. Faith your peace, passes my understanding, as it's so awesome! Your even more awesome than the parts of the universe I can see! Your beyond the darkness of the universe.

In these new heavenly bodies, you lay in wait, for us to catch up. Seeing can go beyond believing, when our time comes, or the time is right. Thanks faith, in the mist of our failures, to share your many graces as well.