Time after time,
I often envision myself waiting for the heaven’s gate.
Will my heart be light as a feather?
Even if it has so much weight-
Will heaven accept a tainted slate?
Or will I pass by here again to live as bait?
I refused to accept this ill-fate-
wishing only for God’s grace.
I want to live with glory and passion-
to uplift someone’s life another day.
Come rescue me, Sweet Soul,
I surrender from this demon within.
Like birds chirping,
I want to make music so its language will be inverted to love.
Release me; I surrender to its memory.
Release me; I surrender to its shame.
This soul rather dance and sing and strike a pose-
and speak of praise than drown of its pain.
Victory come and defeats its misery-
so the earth will speak and heaven’s gate will finally open for me.
Friday 12:15am 5/24/2013