![]() Wake Taste LoveA Poem by Aristede Craig Jri keep,sleep.ing on be..ing right, im losing my blind sight, i guess im becoming a blind eye , two, who asked you anyway? you agree ? are you yes..ing me, i see, well actually i dont, im trying, thats the problem? let it be let it be He whispers in me the ability to be.... patiences,who? you asked who right, that wine maker and the best wine he ever made , the love drips on my lips as i slip into this comfortable daze , i love his fruits, who? you asked who again my best friend my father my Lord and my savior, my taylor my pastor,i hear his words directly that shiver me that calm me that leaves me naked thinking, thinking? your asking what im thinking of, the love the love of course, i drink it with each meal heres the deal one day you try it , sip His passion let it over flow you , who? you asking Who? how dare you not know God but i guess its simple who really knows my God my Love that fuels me thy Lover of many beauty fancies hug the world and kissing the cheeks of the frowning girl, smile for his Love is there just see, stop sleep..ing on be..ing right be blind so His wine may give you sight but you must want Him , you choice are to not or to approach Him... good yeah right no wrong God ; come along..... Edet Sira Rambling poetry © 2012 Aristede Craig JrAuthor's Note
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