Limbs of God
I just want to be held in the hands of God
Cradled and rocked in the arms of His,
With such ethereal tenderness and kindness
That elevates me to an aerial view over
All of my mountains of botheration.
I just want to be led by God.
Wear his holy sandals that'll keep me on the
Straight and narrow even if I'm coming
Straight outta Compton.
I just want to hear God.
Put on His ears that listens to
heaven's language, angelic dialects and
I just want to see God.
Look at the world in His perspective, causing
The Paradoxes of oxymorons
To paradigm shift.
Changing everything that I thought about to
be true, valuable, precious and important to
Be the exact opposite of that.