Because if you want me here, then I am happy here

Yes, here I am to worship,
because I live.
Yes, here I am to worship,
because I can hear music.
Yes, here I am to worship,
because I can see pictures.
Yes, here I am to worship,
because I can breathe.
Yes, here I am to worship,
even if it is not a good life, bad music, sad images and a poor air at the moment.
Yes, here I am to worship,
because if you want me here, then I am happy here.

Stephi

They think

They think I’m strange,
because I don´t speak.
They think that I’m childish,
because I have crazy ideas.
They think that I’m annoying,
because I talk too much.
They think I’m old-fashioned,
because I talk about a loving God.
They think I’m boring,
because I do not go with them.
They think I’m not cool,
because I wear other clothes.
They think that I’m ugly …
… because I am different in some points?

They are forcing me to think,
that I stand on a lower step.

The trap of comparison.
Isn’t it?

Stephi