When I began to write it was to escape from a dark place.
To be joined to a rap group that expressed a substantial amount of grace.
It was a way to call for a higher standard of living.
It was a way that the Lord called me to give what I was supposed to be giving.
I was shocked at the way that my group was received.
It is amazing at how much work can be done when your sword is unsheathed.
So I worked and plowed because I had something in my heart to give out.
God had given me deliverance and I could not help but scream and shout.
The time has been long and there has and will be much toil.
However, this is just so when I get to my destination, I will not spoil.
Sometimes the struggle of life is hard to bare.
Other times there is happiness although this reaction is rare.
I can stand up and say that the joy of the Lord is my strength.
So in the midst of hard times and even when I am in a pinch.
I will fall down or lean back in the arms that have always held me.
I may cry; I may reel in anger, but the Lord just waits until I am ready to see.
He says, “Look at this aspect of life from a new perspective”.
Then He takes and gives me a brand new directive.
The reason I write is to give people hope.
Yes, that little chance, you know, to throw them a rope.
Some get it and some don’t.
Few may refuse because they just won’t.
So when decision time comes for me.
Will I wait, encourage, and stand to look ridiculously?
Well that is not up to me to choose, because I submit.
I submit to give my mind, will, and emotions; yes, all of it.