Wading in the water on the surface,
Searching around...

Avoiding people in it that are trying to hold me down..

So I'm steadily trying to climb,
And plant my feet into the ground.

Because it all seems so familiar,
Like an item,
Lost & Found..

God follows and guides,
Like 3rd and 2nd person view...

Taking in the view in 1st person,
And it's so beautiful..

That means he's here and there,
But not scarce,
Much more of a beau..

He's everywhere all the time,
Because his form is spiritual...

Feeling tired and stranded..
Fatherless, abandoned..

Is the same mindset,
The enemy has branded...

The cuts are ripe and fresh,
My skin isn't even banded..

Throughout all of the trauma,
I'm still managing to manage..

That's cause when I'm done,
He carries me,
So check the footsteps...

Tackling my problems,
And moving like tell me who's next...

I stick with devils that I know,
Cause new ones are bringing new threats..

I keep you all at a distance,
Until God says what to do next..

I'm blessed.
© SotaylordOut