Permission
Restraint was the hope I would pray for
Is that like asking for the chains?
Surrendering palms up into the enemy's hands?
Let's surrender Psalms up and may way for the rain.
When permission is given
I will run. Fast.
I will dig up the boldness of my past
And it will never leave the gas.
Please tell me, King
'Cause when I hear the trickling
The sound of oil tripping over
The rim of this cup
Then will I sing.
So make it known,
Permission is the thing
Holding back these dancing feet.
I remember when they told me
girl, don't you make a scene
Don't they know?
I'm not here to flaunt my wings
I am shouting for the King of Kings.
Copyright © Jessica Cooper | Year Posted 2018
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