Nowadays I ricochet at Jays and K before I take an L
I’ve been tricked into the rat race trying to spin a tale
And if I could only fail correctly then my role would sell
All the while, the indecisive boat half-rows with any current seen
Cloaked Fear, but rebranded as hunt for currency
God is set, go and tell them all to come and eat

Lines in the sand don’t decide where the wind blows
I met a woman with really painful elbows
It didn’t take me long to wish her much worse
And to realise that God is Lord of Luck and Laws

Find me promises to anticipate
Find me his moments and I am sated
Find me in his path, complaining that it isn’t going the way it’s going for those off the path
Find me jumping when God is faithful for the twenty thousandth time
And God is still surprising.

How is it that a future reserved for me?
Recreated my past, causing me to know before I knew?
To not be yet I was
To die while still alive
Yet, check and see that God is still reserved
Letting time play out our freedom versus his recurring announcement
God is asking…

Who…?

Godzniel
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