Make Up Your Mind

Can one look down and perk out is own eyes Knowing Till the morning that birds do fly The wind blowing into your nostril The smell of garden roses Than I pause Realizing it was just a dream Vision the Clearwater running with glossing stream The love within that bids the flower to sprung beneath my feet I said this is beauty that I have been waiting for. And unto the Lord there is more. As I rise from the darken ground and behold. It was told Out of the sky came forth lightning I heard a loud voice Telling me it’s time to make a choice The prison is not mine The drug is not mine The shoplift is not mine The murder is not mine The immoral is not mine , but what is mine is to make up my mind by stanley jean jacques