So many constraints and so many days

 I lay wondering where I will be

In a year from now

I tell myself to rest in desire

Of the future but as it turns out

I would rather forgive my future

Than knowing what it holds

To the truth of me

And in me stews possibilities

Broadcasting and internationally

Recharging my abilities

So that some day I can say

That my trust comes in the present and stays

With the day that wakes me.

Today is my memoir

And yesterday might have been misery

But tomorrow is pure registry

Of my satisfaction.

I make my world

And Im calling tomorrow

To be selfless and forgiving of me

So that I can hold strong to

Delivering who I want to be

From this day forward

Holding my marbles

In my pocket that came from Jesus.


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