The cops patrol the busy streets.
The white tourist look in awe.
The homeless man looks for change...
and a place to sleep.
The workers- WORK
The teenagers- PLAY
and the drivers DRIVE to their destination in delay
And all while i'm sitting here, watching the world go round. I am too thankful to wear a frown. I worship the only God that wears the crown, and he told me...to follow his word!
And as I sing praises with my tongue; I no longer have the urge to cry. For the Lord will never give us too much to handle. And if I'm going through this-- its a foreshadow that I MUST be great
And I FORESHADOW that I MUST be GREAT!
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There she goes...yet another blank face. Her gender must be female because of her grace.
" There is not enough time" she tells the world, to win this race, you must pass the toll of finding yourself. But how do you find yourself in a bin full of sin? How do you wash away regret and pain and sorrow and hurt and the drug life that starts, ends, and begins with the simple roll- up and nimble fingers to break the green into a lighted torch, where we blow circles of our lives into the smoke of our natural air. How do we repair the lungs in which have become full of water, and fire, and toxins? How do you complete the thread of our daily lives, when the only nettle we own has dulled, and broken into two? We must realize that the change is in you. SO don't change your appeal, or fix your hair for you will always be as sinful as the materials you wear!









