Lost and Found

My heart began to feel heavy with the pounding
literal limitations sounding at the stroke of my own drumming heart.
see, i knew from the start of the unexplainable joy and the cup that runneth over from overpour of blessings indeed
no need to seek validity in the seed of sin
complacent within my own mind and my new found self
i remember these times.
the Holy and Divine that allowed me to beam rays of sunshine in the gloomiest hour
planting seeds unconsciously to the lost and tossed in the wind
that is the power.
but what is the measure of strength required to keep these treasures
sin is sure to invade the soul of the righteous.
the sex, pain, and pleasure is addicting
conflicting
relentless
I am a witness to the devil and an occupant of his playground
swinging to the ways of the world but continuously battling the conformity
Oh angels of the most high, who catch us when we fall
keep my knees from buckling
and keep my seed from suffering
to be continued....