Do I write to pave away
Or do I write to escape,
Often I ponder this
question before sleep
And after I wake.
Calm on the surface
Wondering this earth to find purpose,
But I was told to trust the Father,
Still I spend my nights worrying about tomorrow.
Will I survive
Will aspirations manifest
Or will I slave at a 9-5.
Despite my current I admit I’m still blessed.
What our society lacks is vision
Sight distorted by money
Where passion and purpose are missing.
Live a life you can be proud of
Take risks and do what you love,
Whether that be teaching, preaching,
Or simply reaching others through gifts.
When my backslides turn into landslides
When I’m overtaken by the tides of sin,
I break, I bend But still
Mended by his hands and made whole again.