A Thorn Where There Is No Rose?

Am I different?

Or I just need attention?

Some pity, but hate correction

To be better, when it really doesn't matter

One day an itch in me that I want to ask

Thirty-three years, how did He walk

A life hidden, but deep inside

The fate everyone needs to grasp

Am I critical or It's just me not mindful?

But a burden in me, I want to take off

Do I have to carry lest not offend?

Indeed too much for me, but I must depend

No eye has seen but I want His eyes

His heart that feels the deepest heartbeat

He gave me these so I know

Whom the glory, it's not my show

Comfort me, when You love variety

You delight when there is no similarity

But in all of these there is one thing common

We are one because He became human

The Sate of Getting Used

Calm and still water remains

Better than raging waves

To a mind fully unrestrained

Sometimes stay, you who are brave

We get used to it, I should play

Without it I feel dry

I need to move, or I will be gray

Strong warriors even cry

There is a time when we cease

No wonder a sabbath is declared

Lean on, sit and feel the breeze

It's good to be calm and just eat the bread

Conversation needs two attention

Why talk too much, when He knows?

He knows your good intention

But somehow somewhere in silence something grows

Touch me more than a mate longs

Words are not necessary sometimes

By Your looks by Your presence there comes a song

By my faith, You said, "You are mine."