Like a busy bee I will be
Speaking truth truthfully
To the flowers In need
Your power in me
Equipped with your spirit
To all who will hear it
For your glory
This is your story
What a privilege
Part of your village
I look to the cross
Count it all loss
The treasures in heaven
Greater than the leaven
Don't let them stop you
Only he can renew
The letter will not save
It's his mercy and grace
Took sin to the grave
For our hearts remade
Don't hunger for knowledge
It's not what transforms
Of course we pay homage
But his Spirit informs
Under his palm
I sit patiently
Remaining in his calm
Working efficiently
His words are like honey
Sweet to your soul
Be a busy bee
Let him take control
About the Creator
Cheyenne Mercado
Secrets hidden behind a lock and key, suddenly his faithful love set me free.
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