Written by: Osazee Johnson

All I think about is been with Christ
Live my life outside the dice
Understanding that He paid the price
So my sin wouldn’t be mispriced

All I do is get myself into trouble
Hovering around me like bubble
I wish I could be humble
Saving myself from this jumble

All I live for now is becoming like Christ
So I and Christ could be splice
So all my hurting could be iced
What remains is for me to entice others.