In varied landscapes, under different skies.
My little acre, kids called a town dump sight,
Experiences mold our thoughts and ways,
I was born in poverty and lived it all of my days.
From different places, we all arise,
Yet from those ashes, emerged a new light.
Shaping my life in every phase.

At school, only the teachers’ showed care,
Bullied by peers, in them, I found my shield,
and in God’s where spirits find home,
Since my home was no home.
I found solace from the world’s harsh glare,
beside the teacher I felt my safety sealed.
Yet I remained in my youth, ever alone.

God’s kingdom beckons, where spirits soar,
In the school library, God’s voice did call,
His grace, His love for me out-poured,
Graceless, I was given miracles, by God adored.
He loved me and will love me forevermore.
Through pages of the bible, I heard His call.
And I hoped to help others be restored.

I gave my toys to the other children, a simple deed,
I tried gentleness-hoped for love to light the way.
But being different I was shunned by peers’ disdain,
awkward, weird, queer, name after name.
but I did what I did to show my love and to show my need.
I thought in truth and openness their hearts would sway
but God’s acceptance was my only gain.

Experience molds our thoughts and ways,
God’s Kingdom beckons, where spirits soar,
In varied landscapes, under different skies
Seeing my little acre through God’s eyes
From poverty’s grasp, emerged new days
In God’s word and grace, I found my core.
These memories through Him have made me wise.