Running through a dark tunnel of curiousity;
caution of the fear of the unknown,
hard to stay positive because negativity is easily shown.
Relavant to running against the wind; its hard to see,
being a product to my enviroment; Lord this is not how I want to be.
Millions of avenues of wrong doing and a narrow path to success,
thus far in this world mess; I can consider myself blessed.
Despite the stress and a mind that keeps sin overflowing,
damn near drowning; God's grace keeps me a floating.
Battling with the flesh is my ultimate competitor,
wrestling with it right will only make me better.
My uncle use to tell me in life what to look out for,
once straid away from the source; I live with an unhealable sore.
The words is what gave me thermo goggles to my tunnel,
there be days where my tunnel turns into the short end of a funnel.
It's a perfectly plan test thats made to make us or break us,
theirs only one true solution and thats IN GOD WE TRUST.
The world, economy, weather and people are a constant change,
trying to understand these things can sometimes be strange.
Just like the birth canal; the struggle it was going through the canal,
some made it; before time some didn't make it.
God is are creator; on this earth is a like a temporary womb,
you know how beautiful it is when a butterfly comes from a cocoon.
Eventually running through that tunnel has a marvelous light,
to get to the point; Its not going to be an easy fight.
At the end of that tunnel we're going to be born again,
no more running, sickness, evil, overall sin.
Until than we take every nurishment God he sends to the womb,
that way we be prepared at the end of that tunnel soon.
At this rebirth theirs going to be crying because vice versa;
we will be leaving discomfort to comfort, I pray your ain't
the one whose going to continue to run into eternal hurt.