Lord.....

Dear God,

I don't want to be anything 

Less than what got you've 

Called for me to be.

I don't want my purpose

To be muffled under

My mistakes and ignorance

That I spend like a currency

Currently and forever living in what ifs

Never taking a count of the hear and now

Don't want to stop and smell the roses

If the petals don't feel real.

Rather have weeds where we

Blow away our innocence 

And make wishes for better sense

Seeing how the cents in our pockets

Don't stretch to the corners of our suffering.

Spare the soul and the soil

Keep the mind and the child

Keep open the gates of heaven for me

Please Lord don't count me out....