Without you

Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face


Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place


at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction


living like a rose, glitter, glam pose and consumed with outward




                                     I can’t. I can’t live without God.


Humans look upon the outward appearance but God looks upon the heart


Without God I have no peace inside, I am a well-groomed corpse rotting by part.


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