In God's Hands
Lord catch me cause I feel like I'm about to fall right down...
Like when I was a toddler
The Lord was right there picking me back up
and putting me back on my feet
And He said he carried me
Like footprints in the sand
And if I dare to be
Greater than what I care to be
I don't know I just feel so rare in me
And why was they looking back on me
I guess because they never got the wrath on me
They pulled the sword out and tried to stab me
Set up in an ambush and blinded me
And why was I trying to be
I big baller when I had everything
Momma helped me out so much then
I give a lot of my trust and
I thought I was going to make it but I got busted
Now I can't even rap about
Now I can't even think about it
I guess I need to wrap it up and put it back in the closet
Skeletons falling down every time I look at it
It's packed full and I don't know where to look at
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2015
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