May 2, 2007
The sun comes up
And a new day begins
What I fill in my cup
Results in what hends.
The weather may change
But time goes by
Rain and shine acts as a cage
To make me cry.
I make mistakes
That I can’t erase
Look at what’s at stake
I don’t want to chase.
As the sun sets
And checking my cups content
I don’t want any regrets
But to take the gifts that I was meant.
Charity Christy is a college student and follower of Christ.
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