Does it become tiring sometimes?
Yes it does.
Do I think of things,
that seem nice,
but I know that I might not ever have?
Of course I do.
Knowing that I am different,
is not a bad thing.
Rather it is good.
Still, do I sometimes secretly,
wish to be like others?
Maybe
So why do I do it?
Why do I talk,
to someone I cannot see?
Why do I do,
what seems impossible,
for the ungrateful?
I do it first of all,
out of faith.
I know the Lord is with me.
He is a part of me.
I do it because,
I know what helpless is,
and how hard it can be,
to ask for it.
I do it for the homeless,
who feel they have,
nothing to call their own.
I do it for the elderly,
who are helpless,
who are sometimes misstreated,
and not given respect.
I do it for the young men,
who are looked down upon,
and who are not,
taken seriously.
I press forward with the gospel,
for the widows that are going,
though hard times -
the forgotten mothers,
who cry at night,
and pray for their children.
Yes, recognition,
can be nice.
Would it feel good,
to be given a little credit,
or shown a little gratitude?
Maybe
Yet, that is not,
why I serve the Lord.
That is not,
what pushes me forward.
When I become weary,
it is through Christ,
that I remain steadfast.
It brings me great joy,
and satisfaction,
in knowing that people,
will benefit from the gospel,
and I know,
that someday,
I will recieve eternal glory.