Breathing For a Reason

Newfound faith is like my life’s lathe to shape me up and behave or erase all hate and praise Jesus he’s to amaze/ No if’s, and’s or but’s he’ll raise more ways to create craze or phase my mental maze with rays/ That gray cloud decays as I’m adding days/ He’ll gladden whatever’s there to sadden/ what he’s done for me I can't fathom/ Never again will I succumb to become a heathen/ I’m still breathing for a reason/ No longer glum I’ll just be admiring all gloaming occurring/ With my pulley in operation it’s a life revise as the old Kyle Gee is in deprivation and despise/ I’m now free with that separation while God amplifies rhyming as my chow, it satisfies/ This decree is rectification of sod where people prod and are prone to criticize/ I don’t know where the motivation drives/ I just know lies provides those demonic eyes a glimmer of a prize/ No more ties to sin no longer a sinner just a monger to prosper/ Never an imposter to a preacher/ God was the motivator for better posture/ My heavenly father no more pother to bother my ideas to ponder/ With the math after the crash maneuver it turned my life to assumed sewer/ As I grew older I can assure you it was the best blessing ever/ Right down to the liver there was to severely sever/ I became one with God and his son/ I felt like I was carrying a ton but I’ve begun to let go and let God’s work be spun/ I won't string along what I’ve strung out too long or hang onto what’s hung me out to dry/ I’m surrendering and rending this addiction it’s no fun/ The sun season is any season we’re breathing even if it’s thundering lightning and raining/ It’s a mental painting we create the creation/ I’m not teasing that would be a treason/ These words to me are so pleasing as I’m still breathing for a reason/ I bruised my own heart but it’s recovering and still beating.