Forgiven

photo by Greg Olsen

Heart beating but I was a dead man walking

Telling tall tales but I was a silent man talking

Money slave, got on the train dust chasing

Essence lost; dead man hustling

Dancing to the sounds of death; devil whistling

Empty smiles at the pub; devil feasting

Warm bodies met naked thoughts; false loving

Tired of this living Lord!

Mad at the world; death wishing

Pride on the ground, knees bent, silence broken

I admit my life is filth; soul rotten

Save me Lord; earnestly hoping

"Only you can fix me Lord!" Silent prayer spoken

Now I feel the wind underneath my wings; up lifting

Your hands touch my being

My soul starts breathing

My flesh just died but my Spirit is living

Feeling... Forgiven

My hell has been lifted, my sins have been forgiven

Joy on the rise like the price of rice

My heart limps like I got the favor of dice

Grace increased my size

I was almost invisible like lice

Yet Jesus' love found me through inequity's disguise

My soul's worth paid in full,

His Blood paid the Price

Bold like a Lion, no more timid like a mice

Bitterness gone, my inside is all neat and nice

Am finally ahead, no more lucifer's vice

Feeling brand new, Omo call me tear rubber

Flow is making sense like bridge for Rumola

My spirit is so high but am not speaking ganja

Am covered by a Fire so demons call me danger

Scriptures in my heart make my path brighter

I cherish this light; of the truth am a fighter

I will not be silent; I will testify of JESUS the Master!

I will not be silent; I will testify of JESUS the Master!

By Kyng David, © 2013, All rights reserved.