Between Am and Shall Lyrics

I can't afford, for this week to end

But I can't stand it lasting any longer

Lord extend, my patience, make me stronger

What I do

Is who I am

And I am

Who I must become

Present state

And past achievements

Do not add up to my sum

Second hand, sprints when I don't look

Crawls when it gets my attention

Lord gave me patience

So I could await His many plans' fruition

The gap between a mic and a wand

Is perception

I was pregnant with ideals

I rejoiced at their conception

After labor, I did mourn

Every stillborn realization

Had to

Wrestle with the concept

That one flesh

Did not mean oneness of identity

And found my purpose

Ultimately, was to, prune the leaves

Not rush the growth

Of bonsai tree

I found, forsooth, that

Fantasy's at apogee

When married to reality

There is an axe for each sequoia

Sling for every giant

Iceberg for Titanic

Stake for each idea

I am

Sadder than yesterday

Happier than tomorrow

I lift my head up in ardent praise

For I won't wallow in sorrow

My heart was drunk with sadness

Unfilled by wines and bitter spirits

Whines and shrieks from darkness

Sobered up by Holy Spirit

I, do not, vent

Solely strategize

Many won't ken the beauty you invent

Until it's televised

Though don't use their blindness

Or their kindness

To incentivize, you

Only Lord, can fulfill

Those who till, till ground's new

Each brushstroke

Used to compose

They must suppose

Dries afore brush even touches the canvas

Climbing requires you rise to occasion

At creation, they do marvel

I convey, "Effort and time will carve marble"

They respond, "It's quite alright if you dawdle"

So long as road is right, I'll go full throttle

Make no mistake

I can't my eat cake, before I bake

To beauty make, one must forsake

To many, work-life balance

Means to build for sake, of them

Consume for self

Sleep, repeat, like workshop elf

364 days

Before the gifts are loaded

In the back of Santa's sleigh

The word "relax" has now begun to sound profane

My sled is my brain

My dendrites are reins

The sky taught the clouds

How they're s'posed to rain

The Lord taught me how

I am supposed to reign

Vision blooms

When watered by decision

Dedication and mettle

Are metal given point by direction

Each swing of me, a tool

Necessitates I keep intention

That is unalloyed

By idol made of work or idle action

Idyllic scene of inferno

Described on both sides of discussion

He will parch and starve thee

So that you recall Spring and Sower

Resurrect thee so others can see

Almighty's mercy and power