I Am Invite
Death, lies, hate, destruction
Another drip dry bottle still full of corruption
Five finger pointing; I call this the blame game
Digging my grave by carrying all this shame, it’s worn like
a lion wears his mane
I always felt You loved me
But because of Your son, were You forced to want me?
Lies! You chose me before I ever wanted You
You pursued me with love lettered truth while I was knitted
in the womb
Two planks, three nails, not just a ticket to save me from
hell
It was a breaker of limitations
If You are love let me be Your invitation
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