For the longest,
I thought something was wrong.
Now I see.
I'm not a weakling.
The strongest Christian is holding on
Just like me.
In a crowded room ...
Can you separate saint from the sinner?
They both have got intelligence
The saint has got a better grip.
Although at times his mind may slip,
He keeps holding on to something higher.
I'm left with wings and prayers.
Renew my strength like eagles
So I can leave this hotel California.
To occupy my residence
Ambassadors aren't residents.
Been sending home dead presidents
Since I lost everything one Sunday morning.
Brett Lee
Poetry Ministry
© 2008
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