Raw
Life at times too much to handle
When joy is blown out like a candle
You ride out storms that rage within
Then walk away from where you've been
Licking wounds, dusting yourself
You cough up what your eyes have welt
Sobbing sadness you then take charge
Discharging gloom, somewhat recharged
You iron out wrinkles that sting
Fast forward comfort for Him to bring
A change of pace at least for now
You pray to GOD who'll show you how
Raw is life on any day
Given chances you'll find a way
But not by you, but by ones grace
Who calls to man to seek His face
Granted we take, although we're granted
Mercy his own on you he planted
Upon a sphere, to reap and sow
Of Him to others for you to show
Raw rears its claws when unexpected
As life short changes what one expected
But Raw is good, for it will bring
Doctor Jeshua, who heals all things
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