Cares...

So many poems, prayers & promises Ive written,
& made in my time,
like multiple ripples found in the water,
 as I drop this rhyme.

Im sorry for all of the wrong I did in life,
but my loss is gain found in my strife.

Im not one for landing my soul,
for when I fly I feel whole.

With eyes closed I soar through the clouds over the mountains,
not giving any thought to any of my has beens.

Promises, poems & prayers,
its our Jesus that truly cares...