So your folly
eclipsed me,
I got blind-sided,
by your Antagonism...
Resilience is free.
Just one hit,
Take a good look
at me,
I'm still standing...
Tall... as a Cedar tree,
with strong reserve, rich
in resolution, creating
verbiage that,
elevates your mind...
In due time, you'll
see who I am,
Without Christ,
nothing...
My life,
His Master Plan...
As a grain of
mustard seed, I grow
in Faith, Promise
and Purpose
of the,
'Elohim'
Shoot me in a
drive-by,
Why?
You got,
Greatness too...
I reside on
a different plain,
One... of the,
'Chosen Few'
'Reckless Homicide'
As they plot my
demise,
I'm hidden by,
'El Shaddai'
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