Universal Author - K Rino

Just come on in with me

You gotta think about this

You gotta address this

There’s no accident

With the overloaded of gifts he bestowed me

Thankful for the mind of the universal author who composed me

In the fold of his protective mode he holds me

Chose me to dwell in his abode as if he owed me

But know he’s just gracious and holy

Responsible soley, and out of a dead state, he rose me

Told me too banish the old me

And let the sun cloth me until my roots grow deep at the bold sea

His words and actions are factual

The uncommon is common, and the supernatural is natural

The food is not the start of things the tree is

The process is repeated, the only reason we are is cause he is

Before it becomes physical it’s first of thought

Every individual’s a work of art

They know he never had to rehearse the part

Nothing that no one else can cause the universe to start

Out of thinking can’t compete with his deepness

He feature of every creature born with his own distinct uniqueness

The definition of all know expound my existence

Before my mom knew he formed characteristics

His mind penetrated through time

The infinite song of lives writer who never duplicated a line

The quintessence of every essence

But out of ignorance we question the effectiveness of his methods

You’re brain is what he communicates through

And never forsakes you, and then when you sleep at night he takes you

Then later brings you back and awakes you

Let him create you right on your mental chalk board till he elevates you

He study real hard to comprehend

The universal author, who be gunmen with one pen

Of your type you are the only model

The only living copy of your own real life personal novel

And from the very start he can write them

Even when your lights dim you have the capacity to be like him

So even through high stress, believe in progress

You have to master the reason in process

He’s touchable like a material thing

He has spirit, but he’s not a spiritual being

Not three, not two, one father is true

He’s the author of himself and the author of you