What's Ailing My Stomach
What's ailing my stomach,
Is causing me a heartache,
And a backache,
Ache like an acne,
Stubborn
Stubborn to the bone marrow
To the morrow
With chances so narrow
For glances
Or advances shallow
But piecing my heart like an arrow
Causing my hurt.
Looks like it is my thorn
Thorn in my throne
Throne of my flesh
That makes me fresh
Fresh every fresh day
Without a proud look
But in this reality
Walk in purity
In humility
In the light of His grace
With every right in the race
Because He took my place
To help me join Him in His place.
Copyright © Lemayian Leksat | Year Posted 2021
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