Prophetic Exit

I woke up today and gave my life a reflection The problem, the sorrows The failure that follows Each day feeling my hopes are empty Feeling ashamed and guilty When I see my results crumpled and dirty My grades never had A's Like it had been immune with some kind of anti-retroviral vaccine My life as a student has seen failures of varying degrees and If it were measured in Celsius and Related to a condition then I'm suffering from chronic hypothermia During orientation my hopes created a vision And I was so determined to accomplish this mission But the semester to promotion I wasn't sure of making the transition And this really was an infection An infection affecting my reputation, position, identity, decision, Delaying my ambitions, reputation, even my best intentions So when I sit for a test and see the questions I begin to ponder Ponder over the questions to find an answer An answer that I try to remember But as much as I thought I tend to forget that any number over zero has no answer It's not that I don't learn, I do I just don't get the results I so much yearn Life is like a cell, a prison And I have been jailed for no reason Longing for a better season While being nailed in it for committing no treason So in my struggle to break out of this prison, I heard a voice saying "The only way failure can get the last word in your life is if you choose to" We have created a hedge between God and us As we cave inward and believe the lies That we are not good enough So for this reason we entangle our success in prison And wait for a better season Listen Take a pen, start listing Zachariah was very old Elizabeth was barren David in his family was never respected And Mary had no hopes of birthing the Messiah, yet God was never late to intervene Our success was written before we were born Making it prophetic And God is ever ready to bring you out of this prison So you make an exit Through the success door Thereby making your exit prophetic Your prophetic exit Without considering your deficit Nor for you to pay any debit For a re-sit And keep resisting the chains that binds and blinds us From making out prophetic exit When you feel broken down in bits And academic puzzles seem not to fit Know that there's a God who sews the knit And for this reason so you should never quit So rise up, and let's make our prophetic exit