What’s write or wrong, what if I twist a L write this song

Scribble on a page to give praise up to the Most High

Insecure inequity, find my substance in a symphony

While the road I was meant to walk on, floats by

Coast by, my mind is on cloud 9 speaking to these demons that have haunted me

Past mistakes that taunt me

The mud that covered my face hardened and became a part of me, as I bleed let us read the pages to my odyssey

My - artistry is stained, by the blood of a King Who reigns, yet all I smell is rain

Yet all I see is half-steps never to fill a full measure

And my commitment is submitted to the fool’s pleasure

Book of life secured in the truth’s ledger

The hand of the Author remains steady

I’ve seen Him name many…

Never to erase only replace the pain in me, grace washes over the strained envy

Untouched is where I placed the ones idolized, yet I’m unimpressed

Pride keeps me speaking white lies

My brother I’m stressed

The desire to become a king among the tongues of man, often my weakness gets the upper hand

Still the burden is great to serve my God, blessed are those who see Him when He arrives

… Absolutes

The seed watered takes root

Truth

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Beautiful words fall from Your lips

I feel my pain is gone

Won’t you take me home

Can’t live like this

(Absolutes)

Beautiful words fall from their lips

Still my pain’s not gone

I can’t find my home

It is what it is

(Absolutes)