Each day’s a chance at first glance in circumstance, as yea put legs inside of pants, and begin the day while doing dance, to provide the proof in all the goofs from thy stance that might’ve earned a second chance.
What’s left unsaid ’bout who made bed, and given choice of woeful dread, or something wise ’twas left disguised yea missed before you opened eyes?
In new day’s dawn we can try to right most any wrongs, yet knowing first step of regret ’tis key to bowing head in fret, and visualizing gifted prize in life on earth that measures worth from width of girth…
What substance can be weighed as worth, and what on earth can cause besmirched, does here and now somehow pay toll, or shall thine time allotted spatter blotted and cover soul as fraughted spotted?
As days count down the years my dear what actions taken may’ve forsaken from trends ‘n sins and choice of friends that became unhinged in howling wind?
Did companionships somehow forget the one from down below, did distracted mind ignore such crimes while walking to and fro?
Did yea engage with forceful rage toward friendships all let go, for actions taken that may forsaken a name that God shall know?
What comes at end of years of tears and life that’s lived all filled with fears, will name be known in place we’re going, or will stranger stand in place as man of something absent, exampling grand?
Can Book of Life be written twice, and sins be just pretends, or scribed to link for how we think, and penned in indelible ink.
Will scripted story of man made glory tell truth ’bout couth for who is who, inside of you?
Come to know yea, on bended knees, and bow thy head in humility, as life’s been gifted by God’s divine to shape our soul and ground thy mind in time, resulting in a soul’s refined!
Yet, if yea not devote, some time to chanced invokes, from God’s divine, then provokes may cloak yea as a joke and fail in words we should have spoke.
Thus who is who inside of you, and what’ll be said ’bout yea at death, will story’s glory tell tales that failed from insult’s defaults for praising occult?
Will yea’s profile beguile defiles, and give rise to vile in challenge of lifelong trials, and at the gate not hesitate accepting of that deserving fate?
The only constant in life’s equation should be the number in dissuasion’s persuasion on all the occasions, which opens eyes wide, to a chance to oblige, and exemplify the truth from yea wise!
As life unfolds, and goals of bold distract yea eyes from looking back, ’tis mirrored reflection and glimpsed obsession that offers up rearview’s deception!
Thus lesson here ’bout fears and tears and pain’s insane that shan’t refrain, ’tis ’bout the clout from soul that shouts, a name that God shall know.
As pain’s insane will spell they name in Book of Life in bold text plain, and lot bestowed for all to know shall be the measured of worth in soul…
And at the end, yea measured girth of soul on earth in scaled prevails of availed assails, shall behold foretold of soul’s paid tolls and weighted worth on earth from birth!
And weighted worth, since yea birth from numbered hairs and days despair and living life in ways compared to shutting eyes without a care, will come to roost ’bout all uncouth that got seduced, befitted noose!
And bold from profiled face in such disgrace will shuffle feet into their place, and standing bare in court prepared the worth in gold from weight of soul I’m told, is something only God shall know…