i honor
the wonder
and the thunder
in me
yeah i honor
the lock and the key
yeah can see it in my poetry?
yeah can you smell it when i tell it?
straight from the well
of my heaven and hell
yeah a.k.a my life
but with every slice
my will still honors Christ
yeah his sacrifice
was priceless
and a real success
at its'best
yeah so i can rest
now and later
and so he loves me greater
or more
yeah just look at this open door
called poetry
which i write with all my might
and i see the light
in front of me
every-time i rhyme
yeah the sun shines
behind the moon
yeah the sky makes room
for my tune
but still i will honor God
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