A stainless trice of space to sit down and revise
A once coded titanic tale; gotta crease guts to break the ice
Silence is what I ask you to detect as we walk straight down this path
Though the unexpected re-surface, nothing leaves the equation till we break down this math
Something now calls for a big rush so strut with me; we've now sprang creating a trail
But i thought I will sink after I hit the ice to tell my coded titanic tale
So gig with me...
Let me recount this tale of a once finished off life where success and victory are a far-fetched vital spark
Tale of that superlative work of Christ; a tale of a renewed life from the back lifted up to glory duck
Few bugs was my state
That "am dying slowly" became so easy even to pronounce like it was my mother tongue; bitter heart stung
My heart was fractured that just seeing my fractured pieces really contrived me to realize between the lines my need for a fixing till the alarm rang
So I awake
Awake to the joy of my first tiptoe towards a man who promised to nurse the broken
Awake to my first tiptoe towards a man who glorifies and brings to light the forgotten
So now take your tiptoes towards the divine God who believes in man even when he feels at loss
What a lusty joy it is to share this glorious and endless story which began right at the cross
>>Saint; The Water Walker<<
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