Satisfaction

I have a good-looking piano I have a splendid kitchen… overflowing with fruit I have a wonderful future to look forward to I have a hearts for harmonizing with my sister; my voice sounds like a flute I have a couple of guitars… but no drums to pound on I have tons of songs to write… for you I have a decent apartment – a family-oriented environment I have drawings all over the place… hanging up on my walls I have an awesome summer to set my mind on Ha-ha, but unfortunately, I have to stay busy with my mowing job… But I won’t have time to laze around and sob! I need to stay true to my schedule… No time for summer school… thank the Lord Almighty ~ No time to horse around… Oh no! No time to act naughty ~ I have a room I share with my bro… BUT he plays his rap music too loud, Yah know? I have a trillion poems to organize I’m lacking motivation fuel Every day, I want to be satisfied with what I have and I refuse to feel unhappy Every day, I always long for more confidence to exterminate my negativity Every single day, I have to admit that I can get stubborn at times Almost every night, I search for the answers… In prayer, I seek for my Deliverance from Egypt Help me stay focus and be equipped Or I’ll be outstripped Or…whipped I have a virtuous, marvelous God Who crafts miracles? Who gives everyone blessings that deserve it? Who delivers people out of Egypt? Who listens and answers to our supplications? Who is the Father of us all? Is it God? – Yes I have a long-term goal That sticks to my brain like brain tissue I have a family who taught me how to sing Who taught me The difference between what’s right And what’s wrong I have a million things to do… Invigorating ideas shimmers anew Ideas for the summertime… Lists of things to do to keep myself busy At least I have some friends and family to spend time with 24/7 – That’s what I call True Heaven I’m thirsty for assurance I’m hungry for reverence I’m hoping to be of your assistance Not your adversary…not your encumbrance… But, I’m sick of playing the fool – I’m probing for His acceptance I’m yearning for my independence, not your vengeance…not your eloquence… I want to be as constructive as a handy tool