Grounded in purpose

You surround me with questions to undermine my true worth

You suck out opportunities for praise, attempting to make me look lame

Your shout and praise unmeritted on those deserving not

You quell my zeal to advance a higher ground

My shoulder is permanently poised not to cave in

Under the spell of evil deceit and harsh words as seeds

Planted in hate but doomed to revival by Purpose

Finding true purpose before condemnation set in

No chance to derail my path of Fulfilment, Success and Grace

Grace to be kind to all I see

And Grace to look on you with greater grace that you did not bestow

No one can kill what God has birthe

Like regal crowns my heads is held high

No defeat but rather, destined to thrive

Careless whispers inflict pain but will not maim

Purpose came before condemnation set in

All Evil seeds sowed are forever destined to die.

For all those who are grounded in Purpose