A poem by jho
Cold
People say that the wintertime is cold, but they don't really know.
Cold is when you get up in the morning, and you just don't care.
Wake up to the alarm, eat breakfast, watch the news.
Look at the clock, put on the shoes, and head out for the day.
Talk with people, but only a few.
Most don't know you, or don't even care.
Everyone is busy, they got no time.
Even if you were in trouble, they wouldn't really know.
Screaming in the inside, help me, please help me!
On the outside just smiling, pretending it's all fine.
But that is not the worst thing about being cold.
Cold is going to church on Sundays,
Coming exhausted, weary, and tired.
Hearing the normal sermon, feeling that you should change,
But not trying or obeying, too lazy to care.
Seeing people come and people go.
A short time is shared, but hearts are closed.
Do they really care?
I'm sure some do, they really try.
Encouraging, kind, strong, they never give up.
I think I used to be like that too, one time long ago.
But now it's just cold, I just don't care.
I know there's one person, who's called the Rock.
He never fails. He's the only one who really knows.
Mercy, grace, love – there is none like Him.
If there were any one who would, He would surely care.
But it's coming towards the end,
I see no change from within.
I feel like giving up, it's just so cold.
But I'll hold on, because there's One who cares.
Author Notes: Umm yea that sounded kind of depressing I think, but seriously it was what was on my heart and I wanted to share it. Just letting people know whose hearts are cold, that they're not alone. Stay strong, don't give up, keep seeking after God.
