don’t ask the Lord to bless
Me; give Me reassurance
on the journeys I must walk.
I don’t need saving.
all these horrors; all these stories
all these sins that I committed
knowing the eyes were watching Me
are a part of the story, too
so don’t bring them to the altar of the lord
don’t ask the Lord to bless Me.
the Good Giving God has already
erected a waterfall inside of Me
so my soul rarely grows thirsty
you see Me, a cloud
floating above my head
upon each step, but please don’t.
clouds are needed in my sky
when the lightnings strike
rain blessings upon my hand
enough to give to a village of orphans
don’t beg the Lord to come rescue Me
from my stormy days; this war
with my soul, with heaven. Earth.
I don’t want the dust to settle.
I want the war, the suspense
that’s where I thrive
Give to others, instead.
Give to those that need.
Give my blessings away
so, please, don’t pray for Me.
but when you feel a need to
just wait on the Lord.
wait to feel the power
and then–only now
Say My Name.
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