Oh God of Creation
Direct
My creativity and productivity
So I can fly out of this nation
Even with slow motion but no stagnation
Thriving and striving globally not locally
Without any commotion but jubilation.
Oh God of Creation
Remove every blockage
Or linkage
Hindering my expansion
Which is my growth
Putting me on expectations
Without getting where I want to be or what I want.
Oh God of creation
I know you will do it
I'm not sure of the timing
But it's certain
For you said in your laws
Ask and shall be given
Seek and you'll find
Knock and it shall be open
Guild me, so I don't fall into the wrong circle
Recycling all that I have outgrown, Amen!!!
BE YOUR ROME
are leave home
the worlds wide
many sides
so there be no lies
get a
ROAD GUILD
some thing not right
your lips you bit
you get up tight
so there's a bright light
you can tell the lies
LET YOUR HEART BE YOUR
GUILD
Seventeen cats are what we see.
Each one different to a degree,
Buddy, Mama, Peppy, and Le-Pew,
These are what, we named a few.
Seventeen cats, now what to do.
How to feed them, we had no clue,
They are Ferrell, wild and scared.
Scrapping, for food they appeared.
Six big, seven little, four just born,
Hungry, lost, looking so forlorn,
Feeding them is definitely a chore.
Now, oh so many trips to the store,
We have no choice, we feed them all.
Unfortunately, they are sick, we saw.
One walks away, into the woods, alone.
Never to be seen again, Natures condone.
More and more leave, at different times.
What a shame, they did no crimes.
Animals are our, precious humanities guild.
Without any compassion, humanity cannot build.
its under stood
god is good
if you try
you won't die
thats know lie
be gods child forever
you will have the
GUILD TO HEAVEN
and not the hearld
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