God’s Time


What are you doing with God's time?
The true question behind everyday.
Slack, relax, dream, or lay?
Reach out to your goals, but no fuel to push through.
Rather wish upon a light for a life brand new.
Who do you want to be?
Anyone but me.
Grass is greener pondering on my mind,
as I contemplate the realness of my divine.
I search and search for that voice once so loud,
now dim and timid, camouflaged by the crowd.
Where are you going?
Up.
To greatness,
to change,
to the truth.
To isolation,
where I can aligned my scattered pieces to a puzzle brand new.
To a clean me.
A better one.
What are you doing with God's time?
The true question behind everyday.

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