As humans, we live life as if we have the last say!

° Firstly, how's we come to believe this? Where did the notion stem from?
° I'll admit from time to time...
I get in this mind melding mind set of prideful technicality.

° I'm flawed, this old wiring holds my inner being together with nothing more than duct tape, bubble gum, and twisty ties.
° From the years of half-eaten loaves of bread, I've certainly taken life's beatings. All for remuneration, accumulated by the extra mileage to run its course.

° I yearn for something more
Something I can be proud of again...
Though I can say this, "right here was only obtained and acquired because of the one who created me!

Not From My Own Feeble Hands..."

° Everything man-made is bound to fail, Though what the creator creates never fails or breaks! Unless we choose to detach ourselves.

° With that being said, I don't want the last say anymore. Seriously!...
I honestly don't know what to seek... I thought I did!

Truthfully I got zip, nada, zilch
Nothing more than a blown fuse.

El El yon "The God Most High,"
The God above all gods, knows
exactly what that something is...

° Until then, ABBA FATHER
anoint me with fresh oil.
I need your help...

© Aziah In Thought