On High – Poem

I’m trying to keep up,

Trying to be ford tough,

But I’m still rough,

Around the edges,

Mixed with bad intentions,

Hoping that I mentioned,

And followers pay attention,

Because secretly I’m insecure,

But that’s no secret I’m sure,

So Beastmode is my mode,

And I’m letting go of the old,

My passion is to break the mold,

End on a hot streak and not cold,

Moving in silence, I’m humble now,

Counting my blessing and asking how,

How can I be great when I’m a disgrace,

It can only be grace,

So it can only be by faith,

That I keep pace,

Running in this race,

No longer tripping over these mistakes,

Pushing through these lies,

For my strength comes from on high.

– For The Wise