Heavenly Timing

I thought I was done
A throw away
Suffered by the night
Survived by the day

I pick myself up for glory
To give thanks
To give praise

For the shelter
God has blessed me with
Cannot be scaved

The shield of all righteousness
From the stalk I will burn haze

Mind precision of a poetic hustler
The words cut sharp like a blade

For in the line of brave sake
My duty will shine with all diamonds
Always air pressure rising
In sink with the father
and his heavenly timing

Written By: St. Scalesaveli