If life is like a movie
Then why can’t I rewind it?
Why can’t I yell cut
Change the script and redefine it?
Mysterious God
I have questions
And I know you know the answers
Please reveal them to me
Before these dangerous thoughts
Spread like a cancer
It’s hard to find direction
When there’s a magnet near your compass
Not to mention
That your thoughts are encompassed
With fear, love and slight doubt
Of this Mysterious God
Who everyone speaks of
Who in times of need
You drop to your knees
And pray to up above
But how do you know
If you message gets through the clouds?
What if gravity takes hold
And it falls back to the ground?
Religion is lost between the extremists
And those who don’t believe
But what about those
Stuck in-between?
Those who believe in the power
Of this Mysterious God
Yet don’t believe in the prophets
Who profit from the insecurities
Of those stuck in a box
Looking for an escape
So they turn to a church
Hoping their faith isn’t in vain
And that God honors their works
Mysterious God I need answers
Please lead me to the light
Why am I constantly punished
When I try to do right?
I’m not questioning your power
I know you work in mysterious ways
I’m just seeking direction
So that whenever I pray
I know that my message is received
And you’re here by my side
I need to know that you are here
To console me when I cry
That you’re here to renew my strength
And save me from my pride
And that you
Mysterious God
Will show me the Light
For without light
The darkness will consume me
Please brighten my path
Let your spirit work through me
Mysterious God
I know I’m not perfect
But you continue to bless me
Because you found something in me
That’s worth it
And in my low moments
When I start to feel worthless
Please build me back up
Help me be a good servant
Keep those I love safe
From all hurt, harm and danger
Teach us all to be quick to compassion
And slow to anger
For without you on our side
There’s no way we can win
Please bless us accordingly
AMEN
Mysterious God, I know you know the answer. You’re the great chief, the Almighty chancellor. If a nigga die will it be bullets or cancer? Up North nigga but I kept my Southern manners. Jehovah Nissi, you’re my sky banner. Gave me the gift of MC, two hammers. Sly as a fox, I’ll never see the slammer. Found me in that junkyard, something like Sanford. L.A.W.”-Cappito-No
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