One day I am going to write some tight shit.
A poem that make you say “man that’s da shit”
But, today I must write some stuff that make you think.
Cause my observations of life make me think.
Really, think too dang much.
About this, that, and such and such.
Yep, I am always contemplating.
Using my unused convolutions, debating
Sometimes, screwing myself because my thoughts are so dang vacillating
Yet, its motivating to know that in the midst, I hear something fascinating
That gets me going in the right direction
It’s that small still voice from on high and all over that provides an answer to my questions
And a way to escape
Sometimes the answer is wait
Sometimes the answer is no
Sometimes the answer is “Be still Maco and Know
That I am God, and I Know the plans that I have for you
This dark moment is not for the death of you, only to perfect you”
Then I am at peace because I am reminded that God provides all of my needs
Those spoken and unspoken
Cause, I am Chosen, the golden child
And you are too
Purposed for a purpose
So, I know that there is a purpose for the moment
Whatever you do, Don’t Blow It.
If you have any faith, now it is the time to Show It!