
What I Expected of Senior Year
Fun, Parties,
Hanging out with friends
And reading,
With not a care
In the world,
Thinking the whole year
Would be fun and games.
What I had not forseen
Was the fiery passion,
Burning in my heart,
Chasing the selfishness away,
Making the love for the Lord,
Spill over to be shared with others,
Showing them how great,
That love is-
True and unconditional.
The wearing of time
And the longing in my soul,
To someday have a fairytale ending,
Clouded my eyes and heart,
Making the fire dim to a glow,
Filling my life with sorrow.
Then being filled again with
The spirit of my Lord,
My fiery passion was restored,
Plus more.
For I had expected always
To just fade into the background,
Someone not to be heard,
To not be remembered,
But instead,
I have a passion,
A voice to be heard,
Avoice for my Lord.
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