In the Tumult In the Toils I Am the Father and I Are One-
Somebody told me I was done
I was formally broken raw
Been reloaded frozen not thawed
I was a mess now I am collect connected and tied
To the grace of God me and my Father are one
Me and my Father are one
Been torn discarded and warned
At a point once I'd wish I'd never been born
But the Lord graced me He embraced me
Now I am free, I am alive I am His alone His child
I was a mess now I'm collected connected
And tied to the Grace of God me and my Father
Me and my Father are one
In the tumult in the toils
In the rains in the storms
In the coolness in the warms
Weather storm emotional spiritual spawns
I thank mine creator for His rebirth in me sown
I was a mess now I'm collected connected
And tied to the Grace of God me and my Father
Me and my Father are one
6/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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