Progression

So I wake up, I take up. My life in my hands.

The economy just got to me. Two cents in my hand.

But I still walk. I still talk. I still do what I choose.

I keep moving forward never expecting to lose.

There's a lack of role models so be glad for the few.

Who give of themselves and ask not of you.

But mankind has taken a turn for the worst.

Good values are driving away in a hearse.

It's a mystery.

Don't make sense to me. How you do what you do.

You look in the mirror and you know that it's you.

The reflection of deception keeps leading you to.

A white lie. A black lie. A purple one too.

Stop. Go back. You're in too deep.

Cold sweat and nightmares so still no sleep.

But all of a sudden this beauty arrives.

An African queen with a light in her eyes.

She speaks. You listen.

She listens. You speak.

The relationship climbs to an emotional peak.

The past is forgotten and the future is planned.

The idea of a precious life in your hand.

Man. Woman. Child.

Here they stand. With dreams of a home built on God's right hand.

A portrait of magnificence painted across the land.

With many a canvas left to paint.

So he wakes up, he takes up. THEIR lives in his hands.

What once was one has now expand-ed

To love, responsibility and general care.

Where dad has to sit and plait daughter's hair.

Where your wife is stressed by that 9-5,

And the foot massage you just provided gave her life.

When bills are giving income that one-two punch.

And you still don't know how you're going to afford lunch.

But stop.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Look at the happiness you've brought about.

The way your family smiles when you open your mouth.

And know that God is good.

All the time. Sometimes. You don't believe, what you can achieve with his strength.

But this Man. Woman. Child.

Can call on the Most High and the worries will disappear.

By Al Flemming