A Never Ending, Day In And Day Out, Sometimes Draining, Steadfast, Honor

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.