Poetry / untitled

Maybe Im too tied up being a parent/
And maybe I am a bit over bearin/
To everyone else it may be apparent/
But it is my belief/
It is our jobs to teach/
Our children learn what they live at home/
So don’t live in the reflection of the TV/
There’s a clearance/
on ideas and lies/
to divert your eyes/
from the Glorious Appearance of Christ/
But I/
and many others of various kinds/
share the same mind/
that of the Divine/
I know I gotta get my life right/
So in the Lord’s sight/
I might/
Be worthy of His Holy Light