Lost art of the aimless rant
I’ve done for the audience like I’m vased when I plant
Defaced of my plans but I’m here
The Lord is still my shepherd
And I am scarce want for it all is stimulus for some more prayer

And I learned to hide to jubilate
And run through Anthony village
If I am hid in Christ
I can be absent and have not lost
Still be not lost
Tell me where I’ll be lost at

Godzniel
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