Written by Shayla D Smith
An answer to prayer came in a walk with my Father.
Not hanging in the closet,
But walking around town
Both of us proud
For we knew no other than what was crucified,
What died for our sins,
A testimony tried ,and over tried,
Still counted our pennies to buy our pair of scriptures,
I guess that is why Jesus died,
So, we could pay our tithing,
Repair that ceiling that is holding us up,
Not hanging in the closet,
But walking around town,
Both of us proud.
My brillance needs no greater expression.
Thoughts seem to be a little distorted,
But then they said, "Look at the lines across the street."
And I say,"The light hath been seen in an open glass."
There are no dirty windows.
Your eyes were simply getting in the way.
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