Lord so much has been done to me I lost so much and gained so many enemies leave me lonely it's a hobby I find it comforting turbulance moves around me everyday Lord don't take my flow away I need the sunshine please don't take the glow away it would be like losing a Saturday I learned to make the best of what's thrown away the hand-me-downs from outer space everything in life has his place Lord I'm so thankful for your grace I'll go blind trying to seek your face staying in motion trying to keep up the pace knowing I'm sweating bullets for more than race some snitch others tattle some want war others wanna battle the world is one big ball and chain For Better or Worse richer or poorer in sickness and health Married to the game we are all playing to win and do it all over again like it was never done before
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: The way I see it is like this. The cup of grace overflows enabling those of us who are laden, to be able to sip from the saucer. Sip on and be strengthened in grace. A very deep write. Thanks for sharing. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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