Grace and Truth in Rhythm

Yeah. Light low, but the vision stay vivid. Grace paints scenes

like graffiti from the spirit. Pressure in the room, but the peace

too loud. Still small voice, but it shake the whole crowd. Ten ticks left.

I'm synced with design. Faith on my wrist, it don't tick,

it align. Purpose ain't luck, it's a preset climb. Blueprint divine,

can't edit God's rhyme. Gravity broke when the word took steps.

I'm grounded in heaven, got sky on deck. Ain't no flex,

this a holy reflex. Spirit in my lungs, turn breath to