Am I, or am I not obedient...
A real yes man:)
Doing, as expected: with no knowledge, and no plan.
Far from the life of Riley..but I don't give a damm---better to bless with a little; after all it all comes from my dad...
Who owns the cattle on a thousand mountains!
(Some think I am mad)
I'm here to proclaim what's his is now mine. So if you think you can rob me? Go for your life..
Why? Because I remember the verse; and those that bless me will never be cursed...
He supplies my every need: pays me my worth...obedience believes.
So why should I worry? There's nothing to worry about...except of course obedience: 'I don't want my lamp to go out.'
I lay in the dark: Searching for a line.
The lamps are trimmed, but ready to shine...
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Valiantstar, this carries real conviction… it doesn’t hesitate, it just speaks. There’s a boldness in it that holds steady all the way through, even when it turns inward at the end. It feels lived, not just said. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A wonderful poem of the dilema of obedience and freedom. Nicely composed it presents its material well and is strong in its wording
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