I read in a book, that without any collage
If I would seek after wisdom, I could find God's knowledge
What a lofty goal, and dare I to say
One that I'm after, I start every day.
But it usually happens, that half past mid morn
The roads start getting rough, I head into a storm
Of the masterful kind, it starts in my head
I'm searching the day, my efforts are dead.
Till I yank myself right, my focus intact
And realize I had drifted, as a matter of fact
Eyes blurred by the brightness, of wrong staring at me
I shake off the numbness, that had started to penetrate, see
The trick of the enemy, is not block what is right
But scare us from the truth, not see the true light
The counterfit strategies that are placed in our way
Serve to discredit a potential perfect day
Where God is glorified, all can see His throne
As long as we can get our ears unstuck from a phone
Being distracted from His goodness, what a grand scam
Help me, Holy Spirit, This wretch that I am.
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