Discombobulated This is complicated I’m not compensating for my failures But I’llI tell ya There’s an awkwardness To whatever this topic is Whoever this author is Do you offer kids options with cliffs notes I hope so Because There’s so (so) much I do not know I don’t want to be like The potted plants in my window That can’t grow No matter how much Sun… I give them No matter how much Water I pour (and pour) I even changed the soil No matter how much I toil (and toil) They will not grow anymore I’m watching them rot in the pot I’m watching them rot in the pot GOD, I’ve given it all that I got I given it all that I got They’re not growing If they are, it’s not showing Lord, ( Lord) what am I not knowing? Read my word more Read my word more Read my word more You stated its complicated But truly it’s not The problem is the pot It represents your life Trying hold it together Without Christ Daughter, you attempt To bring order to your world That’s you watering yourself , Baby Girl Even when you’re wrong You believe that you’re right That’s You just living, giving advice You call it giving light You are the plant that’s potted You need me, But you think you got it Until you seek me more You will not understand it You need to be replanted Read my word more Read my word more Read my word more Read my word more Read my word more Read my word more lyrics: Joe Moore
