How are you?

How are you?

How are you? Are you ok?

I ask checking if everything is alright

after you are quiet, a sad status or note,

a breakup, a death, or even a small fight

I want to help I really do..

But am I any help at all?

Smiles,hugs, jokes prayers..

my help seems small.

It's what I really want to do in life..

Help the people whose life is a mess

and to them find true healing

But I must confess...

It feels weird for me to need to talk

or the one who has the problem .

I can open up.. but sometimes it is hard..

Honestly it seems sometimes I try more then them

A lot of my friends need help

They have issues without a doubt

I love them really and not just"practice"

but ..for future it won't hurt that I try to help them out

Obviously I am not perfect..no one is

But I try to help the best I can now

To cheer them up and lead them to Him

who helps us do things when we don't know how

Sometimes I'm having trouble myself

Sometimes there is not enough time

Sometimes but no words come

I feel bad but it's what comes off life's shelf..

For those who don't or won't follow Him

or the unsure, really am a lot more blind

I know what they need but they don't..

That answer I still have yet to find

You don't know what will offend them

What they've heard a million times before

Or what they really need to hear

I really don't want them to walk out the door

Though I worry so much sometimes

For my friends and their future fate

I know I can't save people only God can

I care a lot..so on me it's still a weight

People sometimes wonder when I talk to them

In this crazy life that is sometimes at best a zoo

Why do I always ask the same question.

It comes almost always as if on cue..

I ask this question because I really care

And making sure no one is blue

And I want to know the truth

The question is how are you?