Imagine

Imagine getting sick of thinking what if. Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself. Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan. Selah. You work toward your goal vehemently. And that plan you can always modify, but from it you never relent. Selah. God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice Until our metaphysics lit up. He made us in his image and to Him limits are nothing but devilish gimmicks. Alas, then why would you ever accept such sophistry as limits? Selah. Imagine what you would have. Imagine where you could be. But most importantly, imagine who you would become. Selah