Sitting Swaying In a Swing At the Park- Thinkin Bout Those Joys In Mine Life
Father you whose am I HERE AM I
Sitting here in the park
in the light it's not dark
it's a new day on the park
Bench swing Swing it's crackling
exhaling
God's prayer as I look to my left there's a shadow
it follows over my head
I look up it's gone yet it's black
was it a spirit slaying over me cuz
I am being still now like human
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The Sun Shines off the windows of the buildings
skyscraper
Adjacent a pillar call unto Him in the air
FATHER looks diwn unto me He sees me
On the swing forward bacward motion
Screeches as I stare I swing my heels are embedded
Lighting On Top of the Rock heels in the sand, I am
That I am all that I am that I am God's
Blessing me I taste the clean the freshness of it
The calm morn Breeze and spiraling down my nostrils Throughout my lungs I am that I am I so swing
I'm in love with the life the heart that flows
Hearts breath beating in my chest the blood flows Resonating subdivisions of intuition resonating
I am blessed as the swing screeches swing back and forth in mind I look into the sky I see your mind blues blue radiance you as God is my witness and I confess
That I am blessed beyond the normalcy of the rest
I caress myself and all and Splendor I wonder how long I spiraling toward the sky my heart souls ask the question When? why?
In this city park downtown in the light
Some souls are dark
float flying above me blue you Skies
When you come Jesus, When will you come Jesus
When will you be?
When you return my Lord and Savior
Where will I be?
Will I be surrounded by your nature
Will it be dark
Will I be Father Daddy Sitting Swaying in a Swing at the Park Sitting Swaying in a Swing at the Park
9/3/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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