Nothing is resolved
Just chillin’ and fooling. Risk is involved In anything worth doing. Can’t do it alone, Holy Spirit help me. Help set the tone And see what You see. The accuser says I can’t, But You’ve crushed his head. Let him rave and rant, While we live on more than bread. Just wanted to seek The truth, but once found, Saw You call the weak To spread it around. Can’t keep it to myself, But I find it hard to speak. Don’t keep my faith on a shelf, But who listens to the meek? So I take to the pen, To write what I can’t say. Aiming at the hearts of men, That they may find Your way. Comments are closed.
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