Since i was conceived I have received what seems to me a higher purpose. Years have passed and all I've grasped is probelms and issues up to my head. Animosity is a possiblity I refuse to except as my story. I'd rather write than fight yet still I spare with what is far beyond my control. I try to keep the faith but time and time again I wait for my saving grace. They say the world is mine but once again i find its axles turn still burn my inner fire. And i've tried praying but yet the rains drain couldn't possibly drown the pain. The mental strain is same, lifes troubles i've tried to tame. Your mind is my canvas, my life I paint with colors that are much to faint. Your picture can't visualize the complex mixture of particular hurt and confusion. Keeping my head toward the sky, trying not to let life pass by the destiny I must fulfill. Please Lord will you reveal the purpose that you have sealed, sign it Lord, deliever it to me, it is mine. But until you send, mediate on Romans 8:10 and wonder when, try to sin my day will come soon. I must confess I still stress when you said you would do the rest all I can do is keep faith in you.
3 comments:
it reminds me of a butterfly trapped n a snap dragons mouth fixed in with somber poised by 2days approach of innocents....so dignified and sweet
I definitely like this one.It is something many people should understand.The words are well written yet not pretentious.
I like this one
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