Provisions come
So I don’t chase
Taught well
They’ll appear before my face
Any bragging
No it’s all of grace
Yeah run
This a different kind of race
Tasted goodness
Now it’s first place
King of Kings
He ain’t broke
Lord of Lords
All others jokes
Potent scriptures primed to quote
Life instead of the murder she wrote
Poet assigned to keep your faith afloat
Before persecution chokes throats
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It’ll come
Through a ceiling
Through a feeling
God’s blessing on cards
He stay dealing
Talents used bringing healing
Even my smile is equipped
Blessings shot from the hip
He makes it accurate
All by his power not mine
If I shoot alone I miss every time
Ask him of his goodness
It’s shining!
Should be sleeping but praise is speaking
Empty myself receive teaching
Straight from the source
No leaking
It’ll come to me
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Drawn by Jehovah
Running over
Popcorn blessings in hot butter
Dense with mysterious gifts as he utters
His words are powerful
Never sputter
Got a heart aflutter
Even when I write it wrong
He knows what I mean still appreciates the song it’s an honor.
Emotion Dough 
What are you thinking about after reading this?