I do not wear rose-colored glass,
Nor eyes of steel that judge too fast.
My lens is shaped by love and grace,
A gift from God, my truest place.

My faith’s the sky, both vast and bright,
A morning sun, a guiding light.
It whispers truth in winds that call,
And lifts me up when doubts befall.

My family’s earth, so strong, so near,
A shelter built through love sincere.
They laugh, they cry, they walk with me,
A living hymn in harmony.

And so my world is framed just so,
By hands that serve and hearts that grow.
No shifting trends, no fleeting view,
Just faith and love, forever true.