Anatomy
My passion is the endurance flexibility;
Suddenly, I heard some relaxing;
My mind paused, my heart stopped;
And mine eyes have all the exhausting;
Juz what comes o’ver me;
Anatomy
I bruise, I cut I bleed;
All manner of illnesses breed;
I walk I run I fall;
With frame work of bone, flesh, water and spirit;
Through which came detoxing, detoxing, detoxing;
Of the battery's that is taxing;
Death shall bring rest;
God molded me out of dirt/clay;
Sit me up right on my way;
With frame work of bone, flesh, water and spirit;
I am the Anatomy of God spiritual first made in His image;
4/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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