collectin’ moments

collectin moments poem

collectin moments

pennin mems

sharpen my sense

grip on the cork

spinnin my head at work and the top off this glass bottle

bucklin ahead puttin my foot on the throttle

because i gotta life to live

with my king n his kids

im collectin moments

not wastin no time

all i got is right now

this moment n my mind

wind whips thru my hair

as i stare into your eyes

collectin moments in my mind

all i can see is your face, n you becomin mine

im collectin moments

engraved on your hands

while you engrave these moments in your presence on mine

hands that are filthy

yet washed clean by Your words you set forth before the beginning of time

clean by the word spoken over me

now this word making up the essence of me

the moments that thee has wrote just for me

you my author

my signature

the moment that i’m pennin

bc all i need right here, right now, is this moment

i know that the moment is where i’m winnin bc im finally given back to the one who gave me everything

every moment

every second

all poured out for you

all remembered bc of the one who always remembers me

im collectin moments bc you’re by my side and these are the moments that make up my life