Happy Day

The weightless feeling caused by roller coasters.
The sound when an earthquake is growing closer.
The shaking hands of the sick.
The lost sense of direction when fog grows thick.
The sadness of a birthday completely broken.
The want to retract words after they’ve been spoken.

They say I should be happy, I’m seventeen today.
But how can I be happy, when the pain seems to stay?
Three candles on a sundae burn bright.
Can I be 3 again? Before I saw the wrong in right.

The candles melt as everyone sings the song.
I wish it were someone else, then I could sing along.
God made the fires burn.
He knows it all, I still have so much to learn.

The wax of a candle is meant to drip.
Even if it’s not the preference of the wick.
Because God made it so.
And what my Father says is what goes.
I can try all I want to make the wax stay the same.
But that’s the plan, things have to change.

Sirens speed by and I’m caught in time.
If sirens sound long enough, they begin to resemble a chime.
We grow accustomed to things that go against God’s will.
God has a plan… but there is pain still.
I must believe that we did all we possibly could.
God is love, God is good.

I return back to reality and realize,
There is so much love in their eyes.
They are still singing that song.
I am able to smile, God makes me strong.

Happy Day

Chrissy Croft

Joined May 2011

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God pulls me through the rough days!

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