I had no clue why I wrote this this morning on the day of my mothers memorial service
however, I get it now. Momma
I am ready momma this is where I stand
At the ready
No longer a boy momma sail with your new captain
This what you taught me to do
Watch as I begin to rise
This show is on
Sit back and watch your dreams come true
I am full of you
Fully aware of what I am to do
I am living proof
Of a woman’s faith
Up down left and right
I couldn’t find my way
And that is when would hear your voice say
Relax baby and pray
Trust God he makes no mistakes
I only know to run towards his saving grace
Its why I am not crying my momma
I am not afraid
Doubt does not share space with faith
I can do nothing but stand tall
My momma did not teach this man how to fall
I hear people say brace for the storm
But the storm is over
It has already come
And I am sailing through it
I was never lost
I have the path inside
If it was the truth
I already knew it
Why would I be afraid?
I don’t have to run
I know Faith
I am Judy’s son.
Momma everything I do
I honor you
And I will do it the same
In Jesus name
Its The Storm Who Should Remember My Name By: Carl Johnson II (Carl The Muse)



optimisticgladness
January 19, 2013 at 2:56 PM
Hey Carl, I just posted your story today. Thank you for sharing your story! http://deepandwonderfulthoughts.wordpress.com/2013/01/19/carlthemuse-faith-story-11-of-31/