Tomorrow Will Come
My mind is spinning around like the world at its axis
Exit Egypt and surround yourself with life, not the dying world around you
The sky is as gloomy as my bedroom...I've kissed the abyss
How can you mend this heart when it submitted to evil practices?
Hunt down the frustration and put it in chains...it's not you...
It's not you...devouring filthy rue
Devouring the fire of malice...
The Earth is deceiving...and full of people that are callous
Embrace true bliss...don't be a slave to hopelessness
Don't be a slave to this emotional mess
You gottah get up and try your best to pass the test
Share with me your heart's desire
We share a bountiful future...we aren't feeding the fire
Freedom is at our front door
Forlorn no more
Forlorn no more
Tomorrow will be kinder and Tomorrow will be our lucky day
Tomorrow will reveal the shadows in hiding
Tomorrow will be a promising day and it will forever stay
Tomorrow will conceal the lies, it's slowly subsiding
Pull out that bad tooth...
Let us marry the truth
Whenever I arrive home,
He says to me that I’m not alone ever as long as I pray to Him persistently
He wants to hear my voice in the night…in the break of dawn
I’ll listen to His truth in the bible and not give credit to any other source
He’s not the last resort…that I lastly look upon
I’ll glisten in the moonlight ‘cause I’ve obeyed Him and haven’t got out of course
I never wished to have a divorce
With His knowledge, His traits, His Words, lighting me up with hope, not remorse
Not remorse…of course!
I’m not a failure or a homesick sailor
For, you’re a gift, not a curse
Though I might feel like a downright failure
You’re a gift, nothing worse
Nothing worse…my beloved shepherd
I have heard Your voice in the middle of the night
My heart once pounded with fright..
You’re a miracle, not bad luck
You’re a miracle, not a bad report
You’re a gift, not a fake buck
You’re a miracle, and I rely on Your support
You’re a gift, not a curse
You’re a gift, not a curse
You’re a gift, nothing worse
You’re nothing close to a curse
I’m hinting that you’re the light at the end of the tunnel
If You weren’t there, rescuing me nonstop, I would’ve been in a worse
Situation… A terrible, terrible situation – I would’ve been in appall
I would’ve fell into a lot of trouble…but thank God I’m not a beach ball,
Getting thrown back and forth just for their own pleasure
But, You’re beyond measure…beyond measure
You’re a gift as mentioned in this heartfelt verse
Tomorrow will come someday!
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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