Jedidiah, Solomon the King, known for his song,
Wisdom and wealth excelled by God,
Before him are his people of which he judges right and wrong.
Kindness of word often met with evil response,
Glaring injustice before you,
Righteousness is the armor in this confusing nuance.
What else can I do, what does it exactly take?
Move forward true to the word,
Powerful truth etched in minds like stone tablets, conclusions they will not make.
This corrupt game is cancer, lingering like a ship off the shore,
What was once now is destroyed,
I choose to feed it no more.
The world spins one direction bringing light each day,
For others it spins out of control,
And in darkness is where they stay.
I choose to travel the high road, wash my hands of the past,
Learning from each new commitment,
Forging my iron with those that last.
Gray lines to some are in the middle, I see them closer to black,
I stay on the white line,
Once crossed over, there is no turning back.
It takes many coats to cover dark writing on a wall,
But dark writing appears easily,
In the end, was it worth it all?
I say no, to graffiti a pure and subtle place,
Is to slip from the gray line,
And be filled with shame and disgrace.
Will they admit it, to no one but themselves?
Ego, and hate ruling their lives,
Each pain stored on their mind’s shelves.
I have no answer why injustice sometimes prevails,
Impatience of heart be calmed,
The story hardly over, not knowing what it entails.
Questioning why and predicting the plot,
Our own ignorance abounds,
Patience provides peace, and answers to questions sought.
Value is in a family that becomes much closer,
The reward is the song like Solomon’s,
Rich with peace and love, and God is the composer.
Do you split the baby or give it whole to the liar?
The corruption starves with no food,
You have won your family, traveling the road that is higher.