The real deal
Hello,
Hard work,
My dear friend.
I'd never thought I'd say again.
How hard it was to get to know you,
without my spirit feeling blue.
But the vision I kept in mind,
never left me blind
to you, my close friend.
Sometimes I see,
who I don't wanna be
The pressure rises and I question where you came from.
But a voice deep inside says stardom.
You see, I get it;
Jesus, filled with God's spirit,
never took the easy way
and never lived a day
when he didn't rely on you.
Because of this,
He made the way.
So, Hardwork,
Keep up the flame.
I know it'll get tough, B
but Jesus did it-that's enough.
I'm scared, but ready,
to listen to all you have to say
in every season of my day.
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