Rhyme Praise

Rhyme Prisoner.
Envisioner.
Tryna find my way 
Outside the bars of average listeners.
The Christener:
Spitting Baptismal Water like ministers.
Arisener:
Rolling the rock away that's been sitting there.
I've been sitting there getting stale,
Feeling ill while I'm getting more frail,
Losing my chill, turning more pale.
I lost my way.
I lost my will.
But, I pray to the Lord,
So to give me The Light.
He gives me The Will.
He gives me The Might.
Each step in his Way,
I'm feeling Alright.
I Thank the Lord Every day
He shows me his Light.

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