PENT OF MY HOLY ME
I ain’t tipsy;
And I ain’t lazy.
God’s blessings keep me crazy.
His love and provision makes me coaxy.
His gracious grip on me gaggles me glazy.
You wanna feel the tipsy too?
Then embrace his Holy book
So you could discover the truly you.
He’s got your destiny cooked,
Only waiting to serve you good.
Why not come much closer?
Why not withdraw like a loser?
Why stay afar like a hater?
Wondering if He could keep you like a jailer?
Figure me out, I’ve got ma paper!
Stand with me out of your hell.
Go on your knees thrice as always and swell.
Then I’ll have you extricated from your spell.
Fact is I’ve got you bigger than your cell
And I’ll refine you aptly like a pearl.
Just believe in me blindly
And I’ll bless you clearly.
I wait on you humbly
Like I have blessed him calmly.
Call me quietly and I’ll answer you openly.