Moving from F.O.G to C.O.G

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See the vision.
Hear the heart.
Journey the path.

Once again, it's time to start.

Tear drops and petals of love.
Seem like the murmurs of old.
Peacefully free,
Spreading my wings... like a dove.
Soaring through the air,
Expressing my love... with my pens' blood.
Soulfully done in the dark,
Awaiting a new horizion.

Once again, it's time to start.

Releasing my vision.
Correcting my mind.
Submitting unto HIS will.
Remaining humble
And
Give HIM HIS praise and glory...
Everytime.

I once was in the F.O.G
Just a Friend of GOD.
But HE transformed me,
called me HIS child
Made me a C.O.G in the machine of life
cleared my eyes
And through my talent,
I try to lead the lost to Christ.

At times, it's truly hard.
That's when it's time to start,
moving righteously with heart...
as a true...Child of GOD

~Flowriter

It's All Good

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Plagued by the sounds of my past, CLACK!
Hitting me up against my back.
Trying to move forward in victory,
But curiousity sometimes has me looking back, SMACK.
Once again off track.

I know that's it been awhile
(going through these troubles)
Stuck in a daze, still able to muster up a smile.
However, now I've sore jaw muscles.
(Teeth clinched down tight)
Struggling to stay righteous,
But I don't know if I can keep up the fight.

Deadly dark whispers
Entertaining my mind at night.
Praying for mercy that only Jesus can deliver
It's getting hard to focus on the light.

Vision blurred,
Focus obscured,
It's not a illness in my body that needs to be healed.
It's the sickness in my soul that needs to be cured.

You see, I don't think that I'm fullfilling my purpose.
I'm smothering my dream.
I've locked down my potential.
And you ask, how am I doing?

Everything is everything.

~Flowriter