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Sep 2020
Just trying to achieve His favor

With fervor I pursue, when I get there stay there

Can I find Him in the pew, fine I won’t stay there

How can I hold hands now with the Truth-Jesus? This ain’t fair

I focus on my heart and take care

Do I keep good company like I take shares?

How do I keep myself while I break theirs?

Fast like pace players, pray up like a raked stare

Like 8 hairs, I want the naked Truth

Aloof, hell, if He can help it Satan ain’t taken you

A hoof, like a shoe, the beast ain’t raising youth

Hell no, he takes them, breaks them-slick no shade of clue

Slave to sin for years yet we’re not paid in full-we’re paid in few

Meant to be beautiful but you’re cut, you’re  laid with grooves

Improv and improve to prove, you can’t even make it from a to b because you’re dying inside while no ones seeing you

Rise and shine though because you’re proof. The bs is see-through and He’ll see you through
Written by
jacob charles
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