Just stop!
What are you doing, rushing your speech
Or quickness in walking
Can’t you relax…? sorry London is calling.
God is great
He is your hope and light,
Direct language from the Father
Is my preference, I say rather.
I love and I care
But God is the one who taught us to reach there,
When in pain, what do we say? “Oh my god”
The hope of the Father is the final call
Please don’t refuse him, you will stall.
The hand of hope comes through words like these
Directness isn’t satanic, nor a breeze,
May the arrow of these words fall into the heart
Please allow prayer to settle inside of you,
it shan’t depart and your biggest imbue.
Jason
7th March 2023
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