Down on my knees in the bathroom at work or at home what made me
Growth is what he gave me to be all I can be.
Love is what he taught me to teach people about justice, grace, and mercy.
Strength was just a word for me until I opened my book of word and talked to somebody that would listen to me.
Built me up and dried every tear for me.
From fighting with demons and toxic people all he wanted was to guide me.
Lead them high, lead them low, and show them what your here for.
Think with your mind and love the one man that loves you from above.
Every walk, every wave, I know everything is going to be okay.
All the worry, all my fight he put that in me, because he know I'm strong.
I believe!
That what you told me, and that you will always come through.
The one I look too every day, and every hour.
He is the one that provides the smile of this blessed warrior.
He is in my future, so I believe.
Show me your way and I’ll show you mines.
Be strong and don’t focus on time.
Things will come into place just hold on.
He is doing numbers for those that wonder.
So love your neighbor, hug your friend, and remember that we are all his children.
And I’m sure you will hear this again and again.
About the Creator
Tecoria Savage
Poetry is for the soul, speak the words of wisdom and love. My words are loving for Justice for the world and my community. To settle arguments for families that are in need. Respecting the ones that can’t and settling for the truth.
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Absolute Zero
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