Good Men

 

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Good gracious, Lord have mercy 

Cover me in your grace 

Wrap me in your love 

Turn me not from your face 

I have sinned 

Again and again 

Dug, deep, dark trenches 

For the hearts and souls 

Of good men 

Knowing I could never 

Care for them 

I get it in 

Impaired evenings lavished 

With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin

At some point 

Ya gonna speak 

Only so many times 

You can kiss on a man’s neck 

And make his mind go weak

Love always, Esha  <3

Good Soil

 

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Thank God for the morning 

Another opportunity to be awake 

The grace to breath a bit longer 

When I am weak in spirit the great I AM is stronger 

Pushed to the limit 

I don't give up, let go or stop 

There is no glass ceiling on my top 

Only heaven 

When people throw rocks 

I am unmoved 

Because the farmer sowed my seed in fertile ground 

So my endeavors are fruitful year round 

The Holy Spirit dwells in me 

So when the lightening strikes I am in no need of company 

I have a trusty steed 

He is a true friend and confidant to those in need  

I don't have to worry 

About what the world thinks about me 

Because when times were hard 

They couldn't spare groceries 

 

There is only joy to be found in my Father 

So when the chickens gather to cluck 

I don't even bother 

It's the nature of the world to talk ill of the chosen ones 

And fight over meaningless pearls 

To look only at the physical that dissipates in due time 

To forget about eternity that stands when all the temporary has faded 

To look towards mankind for answers 

But when it comes to the matters of God they are jaded 

Some people are built that way 

To only look at present circumstances day to day 

But I think about the present, tomorrow and yesterday 

So I can build a legacy that gives my children roots 

In order to defy the eagerness to go with the flow 

When the enemy recruits 

Earlier in the morning 

They were planted in good soil 

Love always, Esha