Man does not define who I be;
because God is in control of my destiny.
Man cannot tell me who & what I am;
He needs to recognize and get with the pro-gram.
Because it is “I” who has the key
If he wants to be a part & complete me.
I control the entry for my body, mind & soul;
while He has the key of lies which he “can” control.
He thinks he’s smarter, with his jibber jabber;
He ‘should’ know by now, that none of it really matter.
He flails his arms trying to decide what I must do,
Haha – I laugh, because he still hasn’t a clue.
When joined under God, we are considered as one;
I guess He missed that sermon from the moment it begun.
We are nothing but a mere glop of atoms & gas;
but I am starting to see man as hot air & a lump of mass.
Maybe there’s compassion under his temperamental ways;
He better ‘control’ it while counting his blessing & his days.
He may contribute to a few small needs;
Blessings of children, & a helping hand indeed.
Man may make me shake, shiver & moan;
but does he know “I” can do the same on my own?
Until he can recognize God created I for he;
Then I will remain me, myself, & I – My Trinity.
Man is Not in Control of Me
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