I recall when I use  to write about pain..
Some much pain on the page it was like the sheet was blood stain...
I offered complained...
About how daddy was slain..
He went from the hustle to the  grave..
Angry, towards God I had rage..
But sins have a wage..
So his death was the cost of choices he made..
I learned life was full of cross roads make a decision..
Cause its a thin line between the dead and the living...
Its a thin line between freedom and prison..
A thin line between heartbreaks and a joy that's endless..
I had to choose Christ..
But I had to lose my life..
I wanted a son so bad I lost my sight..
Billie jean the kid wasn't my child so I lost my wife..
I had to pick Christ..
But I had to switch my life..
Became frequent with women my mind wasn't right..
I felt more darkness than light..
So I prayed and what a needed was granted..
A woman of God..
Amazed by his define planning..
Cause when I was on island stranded and in a hole deepen than the core of the planet..
God stuck his hand it..
Cause he had a vision..
Amongst all the women..
Amongst all my sinning..
He wanted me to be representing.
He did it for David,
He did it for Paul,
He did it for me..
He did it for Abram..
Pain is the proof and the truth is that God is able..
There's a seat for everyone at his table..
The lame, the blind, the wreck less with crime
He will take you with all your dirt and grime..
He will purify you with fire and give you a shine.
He a heavenly redeemer..
A reality maker of dreamers..
A use to God never..
But the true living God previously now and forever...