Thoughts racing through me
Like the drip, Iv fluid & the blood bag racing through me
When mama had to run downtown, racing through fear
Her heartbeat was rising; hands were shaking; she was running too fast
To save a son’s life, he was fading too fast
These dark times were the blast
But as I wake up, it’s a brand-new day,
New thoughts override to secrete the old ones like clay
The fear won’t take me, and to my chagrin, there’d be no shame
I hear a new voice, oh! it’s His spirit in me
Do you ask who’s in me? God lives within
Zero consistency is failure imminent?
Constant persistency. Joy is evident
Alas, we set the heart on the right path
No more being fooled by the masses, No wrath
Zero consistency, in thoughts, I found little credence
Rejoice consistently. Christ is my confidence.
Should we seek that which gives us unwavering faith, at last shall we laugh?
Should we seek the author & perfector of faith, and at last, we shall laugh
Unheard conversations with soul, mind & Spirit.
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