Hard it is to write what sells
The part of you that knows quite well
Some wont like what you may spell
Out in words that kiss and tell
We write with faith where someone reads
Leaving critique by soul we seed
For Him, where try we do with all our best
This work in progress that gives no less
Yet mortal me also too fails
No saint writes here most times we pale
Compared to those called real poets
Upon this site that truly know it
Yet write we will and press our luck
To send a message but not suck up
You see sincere is one more trait
We try to be, beats being fake
Never thought to put what ticks
Out there for some to read my licks
About love and many here
About dreams and Him endeared
So cut I will and to the chase
It's me simply with words we trace
A better place, maybe some good
Maybe like some, misunderstood