Make Him Proud!

Make a road
To wherever you’re going.
Follow your soul
To wherever it takes you.

Believe in yourself.
Believe there is a God,
Because to not believe,
Is to give up.

There is still good
In this broken world.
There is still hope
In people’s hearts.

Keep trying.
Keep giving.
Keep holding on
To whatever you believe in.

Strive to improve
Yourself.
Help others
Do the same.

But expect no one
To change for you.
Only you
Are accountable to you.

We are all free
To create our own destiny.
Take whatever talents
God has given you,

And create
Something meaningful,
Something beautiful,
Something new.

God has given us all
A spark of himself
Deep down in our hearts.
Find God in yourself.

And make him proud!

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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  1. Psalm 42 New International Version (NIV)

    BOOK II
    Psalms 42–72
    Psalm 42[a][b]
    For the director of music. A maskil[c] of the Sons of Korah.
    1 As the deer pants for streams of water,
    so my soul pants for you, my God.
    2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
    When can I go and meet with God?
    3 My tears have been my food
    day and night,
    while people say to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”
    4 These things I remember
    as I pour out my soul:
    how I used to go to the house of God
    under the protection of the Mighty One[d]
    with shouts of joy and praise
    among the festive throng.
    5 Why, my soul, are you downcast?
    Why so disturbed within me?
    Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him,
    my Savior and my God.
    6 My soul is downcast within me;
    therefore I will remember you
    from the land of the Jordan,
    the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
    7 Deep calls to deep
    in the roar of your waterfalls;
    all your waves and breakers
    have swept over me.
    8 By day the Lord directs his love,
    at night his song is with me—
    a prayer to the God of my life.
    9 I say to God my Rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
    Why must I go about mourning,
    oppressed by the enemy?”
    10 My bones suffer mortal agony
    as my foes taunt me,
    saying to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”
    11 Why, my soul, are you downcast?
    Why so disturbed within me?
    Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him,
    my Savior and my God.

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