Poetry-When The Drives Dies.

When the drive dies,
I'm an empty vessel
Bereft of a propeller.
I'm a car with flat tyres,
A sound engine wouldn't do.

When the drive dies,
I am hopless as anything,
Caught up in a cul-de-sac.
I'm a lifeless lion,
Cant harm even the tiniest ant.

When the drive dies,
I'm lost and helpless.
In unknown lands i tread
No pasture,no breath of relief.
How will i find my way?

Oh,when the drive dies!
This is what we are without God
We are empty,hopeless,lost and helpless.
Let God be your drive,
Every other thing will fall in place in life.

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•inspiration-God
•Motivation-My mum

Put God above all things.

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