I Want His Love
I dance
I sing
I praise
I throw my hands to you when the blessings are too much to understand.
I read your Word and can relate to the people.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder as I write, am I next to lead.
Every time I get close to understanding, the devil jumps in front and pushes me back to the wall.
Turn people away from the true knowledge.
Put pain in my fingers so I can't write.
Change my dreams into nightmares.
Make my gift feel lie a curse...
Many nights tears fall wanting someone to wipe them away.
Standing at the crossroads of lyfe not knowing which way to go.
Traveled down dark roads with no sign of light.
Even fell in the hole of confusion.
In the middle of a battle field, me against the world.
Only carrying the knowledge of His Word and my Faith.
As the devil continues to knock me down he asks me one thing...
"What is your greatest desire? Lyfe? Riches? Fame? The man of your dreams? The kids you always wanted?"
I look up to the sky, as the rain begins to fall and say...
"I want His love".
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