Poetry

My Helping Hands


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For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.

Matthew 16:25

Don’t worry bout my broken heart or tired body.

Don’t tell me sorry you’re being yourself.

Cut me down like it delivers you wealth.

Help me lose myself and die to everything

Cause being beyond is my medicine and answer to everything.

What’s to fear when you’re used to death being near?

Why be on the fence with intentions so clear?

Listening to truth is the same as being untouchable because when God is speaking

everyone looks up to you.

That’s why it’s hard it’s get comfortable.

When he speaks it’s like the world is dissolving.

If I don’t cover up my sins will engulf me.

So I toughen up,  if he died so his blood could cover us, it’s nothing for me to help a brother up.

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