To Whom It May Concern

We're all the same.

All having so much to say,

longing for someone to read our words

to find companionship there.

But no one comes to the table,

we're alone with our thoughts,

would it have been better that they were

still inside our heads?

He Maketh No Mistake

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way. - Overton