the operating room is the brightest light I've ever faced
my soul corrupt yet powerful
strives for wisdom
I’m beckoned for a private conversation
one I will remember only in its power
the Father is no one to be toyed with
his eyes are fierce glowing like fire
his voice thunders there is no mistaken when he speaks to you
my faith tried I am found wanting
my fear must be layed aside befor I can stand in his presence
by glofy’s light led
while I wandered Ghenna my soul survived on manna
while I was gorging on the scraps this world offers
he was hand feeding me until I was well enough to walk again
angels are set as guards at the perimeters
saying we can bearly recongize you girl get it together
