Make Up Your Mind
Can one look down and perk out is own eyes
Knowing Till the morning that birds do fly
The wind blowing into your nostril
The smell of garden roses
Than I pause
Realizing it was just a dream
Vision the Clearwater running with glossing stream
The love within that bids the flower to sprung beneath my feet
I said this is beauty that I have been waiting for.
And unto the Lord there is more.
As I rise from the darken ground and behold.
It was told
Out of the sky came forth lightning
I heard a loud voice
Telling me it’s time to make a choice
The prison is not mine
The drug is not mine
The shoplift is not mine
The murder is not mine
The immoral is not mine
, but what is mine is to make up my mind
by stanley jean jacques
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