Roses

There is only hope for me for me. The character I am that me and God build. Breath be the only true gratitude I present or intend can with God. The false floors of non-character has no hope for some seems to me had abandoned God for fear and hopelessness in the name of selflessness and service. Friendship love and hope Like roses in my yard. At least I saw me plant them. Their beauty is the part of me I trust.