Mercy

Music is the key to the soul, link between what you speak into existence,

It’s like I’m the song, but the song is also me, heart no longer beats, but instead strums a melody, playing rhythmic chords, thrumming at my core, playing the music of your choice, in my chest you hear the thump, like when the base bumps, and the crowd comes alive, sound erupts as my eyes picture, drumsticks moving back and forth, like a paddle board catching waves, and I put on the display because the world is my stage, so I give the the Lord praise, cause he raised me from the grave, I was once dead inside, filled with foolish pride, and couldn’t catch the rhythm, I was missing the precision, hearing but I couldn’t listen, eyes were wide open but didn’t have a vision, but now I’m with the father and I’m reeling in these fishes, realize this my mission, so I stop and give him praise every chance I get, have to find the beauty in the madness, now I’m thankful for joy and the sadness, because it noticed that gives the prospective, that I once overlooked, was tuned to neglecting, but here I stand with a cadence, that he’s perfecting, looking in the mirror, peer into the void, and find music’s my reflection,

Music is the key to the soul, link to what you speak into existence, this God talk, all you gotta do is listen, then understand exactly what he did in the beginning,

My story my journey, on this walk of life with Christ, foot prints in the sand, he’s always been their to carry me, have mercy on my soul, as I pray faithfully, have mercy on my soul,

I was drowning in noise, and my chest felt so hollow, yesterday is gone, and forgot about tomorrow, was like I didn’t care, no longer unaware, couldn’t hear my own music, nor appreciate the beauty, but it plays back in my mind, all the time, rewinding in my rhymes, like a scene from a movie, how did I ever lose this, feeling I can’t fight, I get so excited, whenever I start writing, been blessed with a gift to uplift those in need, God planted seeds, deep down within my genes, encoded in my DNA, embedded in my memory, awaken from the dream state, remember Jehovah was the one that set the table, so I got a clean slate, check mate for a haters in the game, waiting on my downfall, I’m too high up to come down, and heaven is my home, the key is, that I was never alone, even though I tried, time after time, to do it on my own, he never side, even with my foolish pride, now I can close my eyes, and let him take the wheel, I’m just along for the ride, but may sneak of peak of the scenery, now that I know that this was meant for my

Music is the key to the soul, link to what you speak into existence, this God talk, all you gotta do is listen, then understand exactly what he did in the beginning,

My story my journey, on this walk of life with Christ, foot prints in the sand, he’s always been their to carry me, have mercy on my soul, as I pray faithfully,