RMC

Lord knows the soul,
father knows not an ounce
of my mind he is blind
but the Lord knows I count.

My purpose is to serve,
and I think from all aspects
except mine because I’m fine
I’m nothing futile I give respect.

For the ones who guide
I feel comfort and pride
in them in my eyes
I care not for hurt mine.

Everyone feels hurt at times
and all birds fly in blue and gloom.
I know the day passes as does
the haze in my head soon.

Clarity is from above
flying high in dry warm sky
like a holy white dove
my faith needs no answer why.

Guiding is the Word
of my God who has charmed
my life of strife with calm;
the Lord tells of all that harms.

I am just a man pulled by
reason I’m curious more than I can
understand but thats just me see
under the mist I quietly stand.

The mist is confusion an
illusion made from twisted tongues
tries to drown out the sun sand
from a desert arid is where I  had begun.

An Oasis provides comfort
and faces elevate my heart.
As they smile my denial
of my own gives others a part.

My heart is pounding,
resounding and sounding stunted
by those who plot away the day
I give praise I am thankfully fronted.

I hear the doubt whats that?
The miles I’ve traveled flat
footed I am sure I can go on
with doubters I put behind my back.