The True Arthor
They tired to tame my name , banged my brain in vain but I remain the same . They rewrote my story before it began that rings the sum of my life . They wrestled with grace that remained in me . As though god couldn't stand by his story line . Their affords wasted . But one thing remains since time begin one word spoken by the almighty is awoken in men's minds " the call " . When men think , believe they alone hold the key to the story . God comes forth from creations beginnings , rewrites the story to show . God is the author , we are but the lines on the pages that tell the story , so play yo part .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2017
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