In the cool breeze of life's dilly-dally
Encroached between Adams folly and Solomons wisdom
Shadows of despair juxtaposed slimy laughter
You whisper reality tender and dear
A shift in the wind
Amidst roots and tears that oppose
In a world do uncertain I suppose
Sculptured in the bid for repose
The spirit that's holy nudges so sweet
Spraying the perfume of the merciful patent with hypnotic fragrance
That judges the rays of rejuvenation
Into this heart of condemnation
It's in you I take solace when all is at uphill
To me you are my comfort, my source
In you I get all my resource
Inspiration higher than the muse can give
Motivation grilled in determination
Showers of anointing to induce
That which my soul requires for the race
What more is there to tell then?
What else does man require?
Alas the spirit that is holy knows no folly
Distinction is all that is achieved
When on him a man relies.
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