Krissy Mosley Ministries

Soweto, dancing in my pocket.

A rainy- tapping kinda night.

Folding red chairs, popping in and out of sight.

 

Swaying in a journey,

waking up to Conga.

Gingerly bouncing down my greatest fears.

 

 

I’ve got arms so wide, I’m ready to touch the sky.

With dreams so big

Somethin good, bound to happen.

 I’m not dead yet!