I am only one,
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
This poem is just one paragraph from the 10 page packet I created that is being looked over by the elders of my church this weekend. Yesterday was a bizzare day. Exciting. Scary. Terrifying. All at the same time. In a sense I feel relieved. In a sense I feel nervous.
Cool poem huh?