The mist
I see myself in a picture book,
turn through the pages not a care to look
the things that matter in life is a mist
blurry at first then gone with a hist
like the Erythrocytes of a church melody
a movement in one a song so lovely.
life is more than just pain,
live for what you have gain.
Trust is the same as honesty
as forgiveness support the willingness.
Man can only sin many times it takes,
to find out he is wrong from his mistakes
and tries to see through the fuzzy mist
only to find himself making a wish.
my heart grew ponder
with emotion in wonder,
either I'm is making the right choice.
or am I leading a death voice.
God had planned a life for me
its my job to fulfill my destiny.
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