Natural Man

Natural am I, A man of sorts,

To give way to evil cohorts.

When casting power as though it were dross,

I realize my future becomes a big loss.

The bumps in my road are not from the land.

But put in front of me by my own hand.

Complaining never changed the world.

Thus, never will ever make mine unfurled.

So now my power I keep to my own.

Creating a future I wont condone.

My road made smooth by my own hand.

To create more good on Thee Almighty’s Land.

By God the King the word will change.

Thus us, his tools must make the first change.

No more Natural can a man be,

Make mistakes and losing all glee

But everyday natural can be overcome.

By retaining your power in the Eternal Son.