Romans 12.1-8
"I speak of promised lands Soil as soft as momma's hands Running water, standing still Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile Rice under black beans
Walked into Apple with cracked screens And told prophetic stories of freedom
Found warmth in a Black queen for when I get cold Like Nat King, I'm doing the dad thing
I speak of wondrous unfamiliar lessons from childhood Make you remember how to smile good"- Chance