Jesus. I need to give a testimony and don’t know how.
26 years should show faith worked sweat stains, wiped from my brow.
I want to know my father in love, trust, friendship and conversation
but only receive a response when I approach the harvester’s plantation.
For in the plantation resides the methods of tried and truth,
inhibitions count 10 paces, electoral attempts in conscience count 9
to decide what relation means just I to ask john wilkes booth
when the mile markers make the final count down of time.
I just want Him to talk to me. That is it. That is all.
One more day with one more try. i will meet my curtain call.