I heard Bishop say it, I heard Meek say it.
I was reminded;
my aunt said it.
Not everyone gets a slice.
Grace, and greatness, they both have a price.
The greater the agony, the bigger the slice.
Everyday of my life, I’m paying that price.
Every tear, the confusion, these sleepless nights.
But it’s all for a purpose, we’re paying a price.
Trust and believe, the agony, and stress, will tenfold.
We been bold, we been strong,
There’s struggle on this path— and It ain’t wrong.
It’s gone hurt, and you gone ask why.
You gone keep asking, and get no reply.
That’s the price of grace and greatness,
When it all falls apart, it comes together.
Sunny days, after stormy weather.