Matthew 13:22

I don’t want to drown, in a personal cloud

Cares of this life, choking the Word of God

Fruit inaccessible, distractions appear irrepressible

Worry and care, thick smoke in the air

Quick to hesitate, time-wasters fill my plate

Cares of this life, strangling and he becomes unfruitful.


Sitting in dirt feeling the cold of winter

Eyes back and forth off course I’m praying while looking away

God I’m tangled up again and running out of things to say

Losing air, losing voice, all I hear is noise

But I’ll come closer to you, I’ll come closer.

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