The Spirit of David reading my poem to God

I surrender these words 

When there are known to say I`m perfect 

My heart has calling to 

But it is doing more to live for me 

Then how I`m leaving for you

Jesus

When my own flesh call me a theft

What I stolen  is not to have all me to hear

When I listen

When fear is just illusions to what i wont do

Pretending to have a script 

Is just role without Scripture 

Who is like you God? No one

But why does the past need my bondage 

To keep my temptation a issue to my falls

Where religion is just a injury to inscription

We done showed many of time 

We are not reliable for prayer

So I talk to you through my poetry

As I see, time is sleeping at his watch

And hope is asking to hear our prayer

But our belief norther told us 

Moses need a blind stick for power

How lost

Has our blindness has encourage the dead

To identify without you is just falling words

When we are wishing more than we believe

Pastor Clark

I cant help but thank of your exmple 

Of how to live 

when living is all about God

That we seek not to know

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praise the Show-Off Worshiper