Reminiscing's of a Renegade

Leaf Four

WHERE DO I STAND

I wake up each morning, feeling weak

Knowing that I have not a chance to be sleek.

Savoring the taste of my salty sweat

Yet having in my minds back, of a savoring sweet.

Perfecting his gifts, brought my way,

Knowing not

Where do I stand?

I stand and face the hills and pray

Staring at the sun, and its golden ray.

Hoping and watching that the time is neigh

And all hope is not lost, as relief came in a rushing sigh.

I ask myself one more time.

Where do I stand?

I stand in his presence,

Watching all, with great difference,

Silently praying and giving reference

For he has given me answers, to my questions.

Where do I stand?

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