Sunday in September

I’m just tryna find my balance Don’t call to late won’t be coherent I’ve been tryna find the current Footing’s never certain Tresmegistus with the message Hibiscus water in the vessels Time to tighten up the trestles Drink your nettles Get it comfy settle in your vision Vestiges of remnants, yea that’s a scary position But we ain’t gotta worry We just gotta step I said before it’s going left then take it right But If it’s going right then make sure that you top and check your left Make sure you rest up before there’s nothing left And remember that it’s onlyever pillars of salt left behind I’m not worried about who called it All the real are clear about the times I’m not worried about who saw it Crystal clear about who I am and the whys Eyes that shine like crystals Crystal ball vision in gaze Stakes only ever raise I do too, even if in a daze I always do it with praise Communion with the Most High, Shekinah glory in my face I’m just tryna find my balance Don’t call to late won’t be coherent I’ve just tryna find the current Footing’s never certain And I wonder if you hear me through the curtain Ripped the veil and made a sail Never nice and battle rage Prone to mood swings with moon phases Everything is ever changing Still some things remain the same Glory be, glory be, to The Ancient of Days I know I gotta spell it out You know we even took blood sweat and tears to The Word just to flesh it out I’ve trampled hells and I could tell about it My voice’ll ring true, God’s been tuning up a bell about it Spirit swells and propels the way through when you indwell about it The river ready has a well about it Yep, I’ve been the woman there before, Yep, I’ve tripped and fell about it Started diving into it and broke out a cell and now I let inkwell about it One day they’ll understand the bethel this house is Sailors always know the lighthouses Haters always say later they really never doubted I’m just tryna find my balance Don’t call to late won’t be coherent I’ve just tryna find the current Footing’s never certain And I wonder if you hear me through the curtain Ripped the veil and made a sail