The Master Finds
I been asking the good Lord how you been
i feel a gentle breeze maybe its your touch
I question so much about all the things going on around me
have i lost my mind
a voice says dont give up, your almost there give it time
and the poetry is a vibe feel it as it caresses the part i hurt everytime
I wake up im so alone its unhealthy to live like i am
but the lord he knows just what i need
so i wont be afraid of the cruel as they surround me
its dark as death my spirits felt and i dont even have to say a word
im so close to losing myself and becoming the killer i had to be
just for survival jsut because i carry wrath and there goes a bowl
i give it back whats done is done im so sad to see another life thrown away
thats not my idea of being strong as silence sets the tone i feel ghost
i hear nothing but i feel it all, and the battles taking place right before your eyes
should i let loose and destroy or lend a helping hand thats the choice i must make everytime
Kindness to the cruel would be a tactical error Cherry terror the silence screams
they threaten the life of my family, as i march to a cadence, i look the the sky
and i see my star
it's a jewel in my eye a comfort just to know im not alone
And why has the Lord showed me love when im so mean
it hits my heart and i feel what i shouldnt at this time
love to my enemies and thats not me at all
forgive its all i do , and sacrifice, And The Master finds
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2015
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