Written: by Miracle Man
In nineteen sixty-eight,
I got an attitude adjusting.
Because at that time,
In God, I wasn’t trusting.
I traveled down roads,
clearly marked dead end.
With chug holes and speed bumps,
I seemed to always contend.
During these uncertain times,
when I wouldn’t commit.
There was always a locked gate,
that my key wouldn’t fit.
Then came a bad news day,
in which my future looked dire.
God used a match called Cancer,
to set my fields on fire.
Since my born again experience,
a new life I began to embrace.
It wasn’t through my works,
but through God’s saving grace.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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