I Am Glad I Could Return Poem by Leslie Alexis

It's been a long time
Since I set aside time
For me and my God
buss a lime-
It's a spiritual crime!

I gave him neither paper or pen
Not five, not ten (I don’t mean a dime)
Just a little bit of time
For me and me God buss a lime.
It is a spiritual crime!

When I go into the word
Or down on my knees,
My God hears my pleas,
And He sends the keys.

But it's been a long time
Since I set aside time
For me and my God
buss a lime-
It's a spiritual crime!

After all he has done
I turn my back and run.
I refused to give five or ten,
when just back then
Hour on my knees I'd spend;
Because of my need and them,
My lord was my best best friend.

It has been a long time
Since I set aside time
For me and my God
To buss a lime-
It is a spiritual crime.

When I go down on my knees,
My God would hear my pleas
And He would send the keys.
through praises he opened doors,
There I find blessing fo’sure.

But the stupidy in me,
Turned my back and flee.

Just like the prodigal son,
I thought the blessings would never done,
So I ran out into the world
And shared my blessing with,
Sinner the boys and girls...
Now like the prodigal son,
I am glad I could return.

It's been a long time
Since I set aside time
For me and my God
buss a lime-
It's a spiritual crime!

Old slew-foot had me jacked
And like a disappearing act-
Yes a disappearing act!
Like a fool I'd ran.
I ran from the spring.
I ran from my God and king,
Which was a dumb, dumb thing.


It's been a long time
Since I set aside time
For me and my God
buss a lime-
It's a spiritual crime!

But hallelujah; Yes hallelujah!
Like the prodigal son,
I 'm glad I could return
Because his hand is open,
with love He says, come my son,
In my house, you are welcome!

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis