I know I’m built for this
But sometimes I think I’m not
There are days in my life
When the fire seems extra hot
The responsibilities and loads
Just too hard to bear
Focusing on the present
With its every little care
The times are most hard
When I feel so alone
Following your voice
Miles away from home
Still trusting & believing
There is no other way
Knowing the time I seek
Is actually today
Not waiting for it to happen
But bringing it to past
The light behind the shadows
Brightening my path
Determined to please you
In all I say and do
A victorious battle fought
There’s nothing left to lose
And even when the days
Present strong challenges & tears
I consciously remember
You’ve won over our fears
So now, even with wet eyes
I focus on the Son
Whose Life, blood, and death
Indicates I’ve won
Showing posts with label spoken word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spoken word. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Woke Up This Morning
Moving the crowd
Making 'em clap to this
Writing stories to be added
To your Amazon Wish List
Show stopping
Jaw dropping
It's not what "they" said
It's what I know
My mama used to say
I been here befo'e
Probably
I am Spirit
What he says write
I hear it
And scribe...nouns and verbs
Word after word
My ultimate goal to be seen
Not just heard
It's what I do
Not for me, but for you
All the late nights
Greeting the daylight
Yeah, it's fun...and it's work
Making fiction reality 'til my hands hurt
It's a gift, not a curse at all
Using pen and palabras to knock down walls
I've got a plan and I'm all about it
No need to stand on the mountain top and shout it
I just write
Proofread, edit, make it tight
And present it
Everything that's in it is from me
Every dotted "I", every crossed "T"
Says, A-vah Lah-Row
(the phonetic spelling for those who don't know)
It's who I am
Making 'em clap to this
Writing stories to be added
To your Amazon Wish List
Show stopping
Jaw dropping
It's not what "they" said
It's what I know
My mama used to say
I been here befo'e
Probably
I am Spirit
What he says write
I hear it
And scribe...nouns and verbs
Word after word
My ultimate goal to be seen
Not just heard
It's what I do
Not for me, but for you
All the late nights
Greeting the daylight
Yeah, it's fun...and it's work
Making fiction reality 'til my hands hurt
It's a gift, not a curse at all
Using pen and palabras to knock down walls
I've got a plan and I'm all about it
No need to stand on the mountain top and shout it
I just write
Proofread, edit, make it tight
And present it
Everything that's in it is from me
Every dotted "I", every crossed "T"
Says, A-vah Lah-Row
(the phonetic spelling for those who don't know)
It's who I am
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