What Goes Up Must Come Down

What goes up must come down

If I could turn back time

Go back, press rewind

I would have held my ground, the ambition, the confidence, the faith

Never would I have compromised and given in to mediocre, disgrace

Now, I live with a little hope but not at the same pace

As I reminisce on what could have been, should have been, my place

Who on Earth would have thought the intermission would last 6 years

Thinking back on sacrifices, the pause, and setbacks has me in tears

Lust, greed, and pride were the deadly sins that I welcomed

Sin leads to death, death of dreams, death of man, death of self

As if God took the trophy (me) and laid it on the shelf

Collecting dust, and thinking of going right but turning left

Prophetess, intercessor, missionary I was, but God intended I stand

Walk in and be, without the audience cheering me on or music from the band

I fell off, because I craved love, to be held, kissed, and loved

I craved wealth and abundance, more than enough

I was cute, fit, agreeable, and thinner than the average woman

Lust, greed, and pride, my selfish ambitions

Marriage, wealth, and beauty were my end goal

Not building a ministry, saving the lost community, and mingling with others

I guess I learned as time has unveiled that life is not a wishing well

Humble, I write, defeated I fight, hurt in spite

What goes up must come down

If I could turn back time, go back, press rewind

10/29/2024