Hold On© | An original poem by Briana Augustus
Exciting things are happening.
The Devil himself can’t zap this sapling.
The Lord is cheering me on, so every word I sing on, may everybody hear loud this song.
New beginnings, old endings,
Flames pending, dreams hinging,
Minds bending, enemies singeing,
Thoughts lending themselves to this kindling pot – sizzling.
Before I ever ask a favor, favors are giving themselves to me.
Fingers tingling, feeling too close to things I once thought far away,
But I won’t sway while ringing hopes keep singing.
Rubbing shoulders with greats-to-be, mingling with my future me.
My God will provide so I’m worry-free, strolling with pockets jingling.
No change to spare yet change ain’t sparing me.
I am a leader following daring plans but ain’t none of 'em scaring me.
I’m faring well but God, I pray my head never swells.
Never has anybody at the top professed they never fell,
But I’m still out to excel, to succeed – tightening my belt.