Sometimes

Sometimes, its time.
Time just to lay back and put away all of the fear.
All of the fear and the sorrow,
The grace forgotten will be restored,
The emotions lost will be found.

Like the 1st sheep strays from the 99 other,
So will I stray from you,
I will stray and you will be lovely enough,
To guide me back home.

Then it will be time,
Time to forget my life,
And Woe the sorrow brought by timeless fear.
Woe the pain brought by endless ears.
The fear that once was placed,
Will be replaced by Gods great grace.

But can it be,
That by Gods grace, I can be set free
Yes…you are free, free to be, who he wants you to be.
For man cannot live on bread alone,
But only by the spirit of God.