I wanna get out of these cement shoes;
I’m fed up with singing the blues.
I’d rather choose to pursue what’s been give’n so I can start live’n,
But I can’t move with these cement shoes;
Stuck running in place,
Days full of hurry up and wait’s.
Patient yes, however, the blues from these cement shoes amplifies stresses.
What’s left to do???
Give up to the weight of these cement shoes or use the chisel tool to
Chip away at these stone blocks poured over my feet mixed from heavy thoughts…
Feeling like there’s a plate of hope and a spoonful of desire just out of reach;
All because of these cement thoughts that put these blocks on my feet….
-Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”