No Message Clearer
It couldn’t be any clearer, Its very plain to see, the woman in the mirror, the one staring back at me —
She’s stuck in a rut, With wheels turning too fast, gotta get out of the mud, Make a change that will last.
For the “love” of God, I’m asking she change her ways, Gonna shake my finger and mouth, “Girl, get up out of that grave!”
He took her by the hand, “Damsel, I say to you, ARISE, Talitha, cumi, you are loosed, Set free from your demise.”
There was no message clearer, Written all over her face, She was really changing, Now the world would be a better place.
By: Renee Greene