Its easier to preach over our heads,
But where is discipleship, where is discipline?

More people telling us what to do but nobody to see us through. More people to judge, rebuke, reprove, no one asking “how are you?”, ” where are you?”, “let’s both go through”.

Masked up perfection its a war of logos. Altars are not pretty places ask the Mayans they know this. So why am I the only one burning, the only one bleeding, the only living sacrifice sizzling while others are ” sane” and “happy”.
in this world I heard them sing is not our home. so I scribbled down the lyrics cos it had to be true.

Doesn’t anyone want to be free for real?! I know I do!
I know too well who I am why doesn’t anyone else see themselves or do you?

” its so hard to confess when everybody thinks you’re perfect” that’s what Taylor Hills said, I agree with Him. He’s a truther, he’s making sense..

Its a trend now this Cruise control, its like submission, Contrition,  repentance and brokenness is a taboo Come broken five years after your public altar call, no one will look at you, or they would, but strange… “you’re weird” they’d say, “pick yourself up”, they’d say, ” you die like a corpse” they say… But last I checked there’s no cuter way to die to the flesh so I’d wait.
Forget the past they say, don’t dwell on it Christ has forgiven your sins, I swear your Salvation is lit,they say,
hey thanks man I’m excited but I gotta ask this…is it still my past if it was only yesterday or do I give it a few more days, months no years, Hoping I don’t take my – self into Today..

Oh don’t bother answering I have to start again.

Hey, tell me your secret, How long did it take for your guilt to disappear from your fore memory… huh?
Gods grace, I know its true but why don’t I see it..

Lord!
“Whither you go left or right, you’d hear a voice behind you saying – this is the way to go, walk in it”, I’m walking Lord, You get me. Sometimes crawling, many times falling, yet I’m moving. Now I get you, Grace keeps me moving, it was you all along. You behind me, you before me, Its really just us.

Valley of the shadow of death:
Even cute little bodies travel through dark Canals… when the head crowns the body must follow suit to live. That’s mother and Child.

These pangs are getting intense by the second, keep me breathing Ruach Hakodesh, Airways open doing these counts taking deep breaths on your count you are my husband, holding my hand, it wasn’t over until you yelled ” it is finished”, until the cry of new life is really heard across the  earth. No time for still Birth.
Sick and tired of the vain words!

wretched man that I am “yea I said it”, If I never beheld you in the beauty of holiness I’d probably be happy, hole in my chest, basking in rags, rejoicing in shackles,struggling to shine rotting teeth…

wretched man that I am! Now I see me, If I wasn’t convicted I’d never understand why I need new Life, how you paid for my Crime.
purge and cleanse me, purify me for real,

I’m diving into you, Word! the dark side no one sees,the one where you sit on a stool and roll up your sleeves, refiners fire, fuller soap, water of Life wash over, in and through me. You saved my spirit now make my soul see…

The brightness of your coming has exposed what darkness hid. All the lust and pride and selfish schemes, wash and uproot lord, Help me be still.

So then id look in the mirror, its only you I see,
Your Love your heart the only Good in me

Bang me in the fire, shape and mould me, No longer standing in Egypt claiming Canaan

Spirit of Truth Usher me in,

This isn’t about them

Its about

you and me.

#NolongerAhypocrite.