Appointed Hour
"Appointed Hour"
My palm started itching
I knew exactly what was coming,
Woke up motivated and intoxicated by hope.
Change is on the way
I am talking major shift
that will cure the eyes of the blind ,bring movement to the paralysed .
All l have been praying for is closer like the sun on a cloudy day , waiting for the blessing scripted in the stars.
What's meant to be ,shall be .
Let it rain!
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