temptations

So many temptations lay at my tongue

How wrong am I to spit them out

How do I regulate what I say

When all I want is to lay

Them out in an art

Form

Today

I make a creation

With sorts enlisting the son

Heavenly father will

You be one with me in all

I say

That way I know im never wrong

And I will play into it with no fear

Of what others think

May I be blessed incessantly choosing

Words that work with me

Rather than hold me back

So on track I will be

If I can find that part of me

That offers the rays of the sun

And the will of the one

That brought me to life

Help me recite what I am right about

And caress my tone with what shone in the light

Of the sky as the mold

In flight of the heavens.


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