I don’t take credit for my work,
Instead I give it to the Lord..who knows…my flow,
And, I rather not dwell on the success,
that lies ahead,
instead I embrace the pain.
The pain of less satisfaction and those that cause distraction
‘cuz it’s led me to examination
of the mind.
I can sit here and write my story
relate it to your story
but I wont accept the glory
that reaks out of your mouth
What I write comes from the most High.
I settle for nothing unless the demand
is something
greater.
Something,
difficult.
Something, that makes me desire to move forward.
I do not dance with words as a flirt.
I do not sell my words to flow.
For you to accept me?
I write for One.
One who accepts me without me trying.
One who accepts me knowing I am a liar.
That lies and regrets and makes mistakes,
‘cuz did I tell you I’m not perfect.
I don’t strive for perfection.
I bow down to perfection.
My God. Jehova Jireh.
Nothing greater than Him.
In the end it’s God.
-Tzira
Written on October 27, 2009
Instead I give it to the Lord..who knows…my flow,
And, I rather not dwell on the success,
that lies ahead,
instead I embrace the pain.
The pain of less satisfaction and those that cause distraction
‘cuz it’s led me to examination
of the mind.
I can sit here and write my story
relate it to your story
but I wont accept the glory
that reaks out of your mouth
What I write comes from the most High.
I settle for nothing unless the demand
is something
greater.
Something,
difficult.
Something, that makes me desire to move forward.
I do not dance with words as a flirt.
I do not sell my words to flow.
For you to accept me?
I write for One.
One who accepts me without me trying.
One who accepts me knowing I am a liar.
That lies and regrets and makes mistakes,
‘cuz did I tell you I’m not perfect.
I don’t strive for perfection.
I bow down to perfection.
My God. Jehova Jireh.
Nothing greater than Him.
In the end it’s God.
-Tzira
Written on October 27, 2009