NEW WINE
NEW WINE Pictures gliding through my eyes; The struggles,the obstacles,the unhappiness, Times when I hid myself like a mice; Seasons when I felt my dreams are not suffice. There is this liquid which flows like a river, From the valley of the glistening silver. I question myself at times... Why do I cry to death these days? Are they something that would show me the ways? Whether they would lighten my face? (or) Are they the symbolism of my future place? That is when I concluded, This is real,this is me; I just wanna be,who I want to be; 'Best' version of myself; Proud servant of god by self; I decided to be born again, To be 'The Best' version of my own-self.. That is when I followed a preacher man Down to the water, I was nervous; I was scared; Ain't I lose my spirit, He labelled me with the heavenly merit, Into the water,he immersed me to death, Skipping a beat,I rise up with a new birth, Flushing all of my past,giving myself a stea