The Perfect Holds The Imperfect Poem

Guarded in Gods presense saves me from my day to day

These poems took a turn that’s because I found my way

Unlocked my heart do you feel what it has to say?

Devil on my mind but he won’t lead me astray

Slayed the head of Goliath with pen and paper but most importantly Gods grace


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