Asking with open hands on bended knee if I’m worthy of this greatest love
Never settling for the many meandering lyrics of voices
Answering prayers on the radio
Waking up spirit with clarity
To the tune of a bell times three
Pleading proverbs entrapped by the counsel of men denying god and heaven scent messages
A Receiving flows over me like a warm blanket
trials and tribulations lifted accountability to the father belief trusts the path will clear from bramble
Returning to the fold of comfort and joy under light and a sign of despair if it’s made in demand the answer may be no.
If the will of heaven sees fit and the heart is true, may my prayers be answered become reality. Blessed be.
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