“Hold On” | An original poem by Briana Augustus
Hold on.
Exciting things are happening.
The Devil himself can’t zap this sapling.
The Lord is cheering me on, so every word I sing on, and everybody’s hearing 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 –
I feel way too close to things I 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 them 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.