My deepest apology; logically it doesn't make sense to
me
They're mad at me, its sad to see people hating me
I'm trying to see, but He's blinding me from the enemy
Softly killing me, spilling me, shielding me
Feelings we don't wanna talk about
Salvation we don't wanna walk it out
Authority we hold it in our mouth
Deliverance is going south
You hear whispers but I'm trying to shout
People asking what are you talking about
You walk on concrete but I'm on a cloud
Christians being quiet but I'm being loud
Saying we love God but living foul
Used our 3 strikes, God could've said, "You're out."
God is my navigation system to take a new route
My apologies... I know you don't understand where I'm going
But poetry is my stream of water; I go where its flowing
Do you forgive me?
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