My Trademark

You wouldn’t believe the mess that I had
Attached to the top of my head
It was ugly and long and scraggly and yuch
A haircut was something I’d dread

You see I was a hippie long hair and all
Dope smoking and boozing all day
I could have cared less how my hair was a mess
Or that it stuck all together like clay

I remember fondly the day that all changed
I walked into the hair salon
I asked for a business man’s cut that day
The sleek look I now had put on

I had cleaned up the inside previously
When Jesus came into my heart
I wanted all others to see this great change
I decided my hair was a start

I’ve learned since then that the outward appearance
Is a shadow of how I should walk
It’s the outward expression of God’s sweet love
That I now need to make my trademark



In response to the daily prompt

My Dream was Toast

I once was a full fledged hippie
My hair was scraggly and long
I usually didn’t look pretty
And my smell always seemed very strong

Back then I wrote a story
About a man who grew to be rich
By the time he was 25
Millions had come as he wished

This story became my dream
But my lifestyle was not even close
As I approached that golden age
I thought that my dream was toast

Then I met Jesus my Savior
And I gave my life to Him
Now the riches of heaven are all mine
And His promises fill me within

Maybe I don’t have the money
That the dream said I would have
But the riches of heaven far surpass
Anything else I could have asked.

In response top the daily promptĀ Dream