Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

I COULD’VE BEEN

I could've been in the grave
I could've been down in hell
D.E.A. like roaches RAID
I could've been in jail

I could've been trafficking coke
I could've been distributing dope
I could've been on the corner
But Mercy said NO

I could've been shot in the head
I could've been left for dead
I could've been organized crime
About to do ten in the fed

I could've been doing about 90
Cruising down the street
I could've been DUI
Wrapped around a tree

I could've been a doctor or lawyer
If I applied myself
They call me hopeless now
Broken dreams on the shelf

I could've been a bird or a dog
I could've been orange or green
See, what I could've been
It don't mean nothing to me

I AM a child of God
I AM an heir to the throne
I AM saved by grace
Watch His mercies unfold

I AM the eagle that soars
I AM the lion hearted lamb
I AM forever grateful
Jesus is the great I AM
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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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