The word passion evokes pictures of a hot, steamy night,
But the passions I speak of are guided by God’s
There is passion in everyone, just waiting to ignite,
If only we could all follow our dreams without a fight.

When creativity courses through our veins,
We let go of routine and God holds the reins,
We give vent to our innermost soul,
Churning out labours of love, to reach our goal.

To be filled with passion is to be so alive,
To embrace every task, not only to survive,
This I’m sure is a pure, euphoric feeling of glee,
When you accomplish small steps, of the future you see.

Your stomach knots up in delight and such joy,
As you nimbly move on from each task so coy,
You smell the success of your passionate displays,
You know you’ve created uniqueness, in God’s ways.

Creative people are definitely a…

The word passion evokes pictures of a hot, steamy night,
But the passions I speak of are guided by God’s
There is passion in everyone, just waiting to ignite,
If only we could all follow our dreams without a fight.

When creativity courses through our veins,
We let go of routine and God holds the reins,
We give vent to our innermost soul,
Churning out labours of love, to reach our goal.

To be filled with passion is to be so alive,
To embrace every task, not only to survive,
This I’m sure is a pure, euphoric feeling of glee,
When you accomplish small steps, of the future you see.

Your stomach knots up in delight and such joy,
As you nimbly move on from each task so coy,
You smell the success of your passionate displays,
You know you’ve created uniqueness, in God’s ways.

Creative people are definitely a…