Try to reflect on this in depth,
Just maybe you might see a reason why Christ wept.
These might not be words you would boldly say I heard,
read and kept, since the fear of a sense of belonging has crept.
It pains me to see you think your effort is a waste,
lying in the isolation of My true want and taste, I’m hoping you end up using the brain ,
not only your waist. For you pause not, you are always in a haste.
Lord, I’m asking you help me live in faith,
Because it’s seems getting high has taught me how to live by fate.
Is there really time to pause?
Yet, you say to wait.
But guess I need to change before it gets to late.
Will I enter heaven and never see hell’s gate?
With my actions, sometimes, it’s hard to state.
Only Your love can save at this rate.
I’ve done it all that na why we no be mate!
So wake up each day for it’s a new slate.
In time, you’d see My grace and mercy is up to date.
Sleep well believing I have given you a life of faith
and when in trouble, think of me ,
giving thanks, then wait.