A mire speck of dust i float on by, Face me are 2 choices shall i float on or fly? Without wings this speck flaps but falls, the dust have had no lessions left all selfishly untaught. unable to flap its ashes called wings, 2 dusty now to praise or sing, if i could dust me off be a speck no more, rise above this so called SELF to finally soar, not scattered or lost no more then will dust i be, but this given image jesus wants me to be, until that day put this withered granite to rest, if i dont fix this open these eyes and see,this rocky seed will never grow thats taken 20 years of me,the stilts of my foundation have came crashing down the time for me hascome mercefully i cower down to a blesing i ignored and tried t forget jesus my saviour im sorry i finally repent By me....
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