I am poor.
If life is healthy and long.
I am very weak.
If life is beautiful in shape and beauty.
I am ugly.
If life is wisdom and talent
I was stupid.
luckily
Life is not like this.
Life is the heavenly father's heaven and world.
my heart
How can you not praise God?
Praise his name every day.
Jesus Christ.
I can't help it
I can't help it
If I don't praise you
I feel in my heart
In my bones
There is a burning fire, occlusion
Oh, Lord
It's not that you need praise
But I need compliments.
Praise you
This is the breath of my life
Thank you. Praise god! amen
(2018.11.27 am)
Wake up in the middle of the night, serve my mother as usual, cover my father with a quilt, go back to my room, and forget the reason for my thoughts. I recorded some feelings at that time in Weibo, and then prayed to the Lord, filled with the grace of the Lord. I am especially grateful to the Lord for choosing me from thousands of people in this barren town, so that I can hear the gospel, trust and follow the Lord. Who am I and what can I do (the Lord does not look at people), but he separated me and gave me the salvation of this gospel for nothing.
After sleeping in prayer, my heart is still full of the grace of the Lord, and hymns of praise gush out. I simply remembered the mood and praise at that time. After getting up in the morning, I tried to return to the mood at that time by memory, recalling the words at that time, and sorting them out like this. I don't know much about grammar, and I really don't know if it's a poem. I'm just trying to praise God with poetry. What is written later is really that I need to praise God myself. This is what I need. I can't help borrowing words from poetry.