Romans 12:2
The Void
We all were once standing in this congregation
So excited to see what’s next in preparation
For what we do not know
Uncertainties of life
Strugglings yet unsure of
With both fingers crossed and in our thoughts
And still here in wonder of what’s next
The confidence we have gained, the mistakes we’ve made
Trying to appear again as “up next”
In line with the hope for a different result “yes”
Not to be as crime but prime
Within our hearts are dreams and goals
All mixed with stories untold
Still with our heads up for what’s not
The official guest did not show up
The now immortalized mortal is dead
And so, our hope “dropped dead
Seeking for something..or someone
Who fills the emptiness we feel
That thirst, that hunger
That has driven many to the yonder, the yawning hell
With many jogging down there
Trying to love to fill it
But it ends up in lust,hate and war
With the things that seems tangible in our hands
Slipping away through our fingers
Grasping for all these
Like a man gasping for his last breath
Oh the feeling
That even the air we breathe is toxic
To our hearts
Causing an uncontrolled cough of hurt and anger
Still the emptiness is
What can we do to live at peace?
Though we don’t show it
But this is it!
Well, doesn’t this statement ring a bell?
The men that Peter words held
Not just Peter, but Philip as well
What can we do to be saved?
And be free from this disease worse than AIDS
The God-void syndrome
Without Him,
As empty a drum is
So shall you be
In Him you find wonderful discoveries and more
It is just a change of mind from the crow to the eagle that soars
To accept defeat of flesh
And the feet of Him instead
To the belief of all possibilities
And secured destinies
To rest in real peace
The reason to seek
All written in a mysterious love letter
Inspired by my best friend, HolySpirit
Surprised right?
That’s what happens
When what you step into all seems bright!
…
….fini!
Laud my Lord
Too good- this God is
Sinners He has called His
Not changed by time
Not timed by change
Not asking for a dime
Aint that too strange?
Love-drunk Son of Man
‘Tipsy’ for sons of Men
A drop of Love’s heat
Steams off His heartbeat
Battle of my life- so I
Dig six feet high
Okay, low- and Behold
Changed- strong and bold!
Covenant tied;
My groom’s pride.
Above Prince and Palaces
In Beverly places.
That’s my Lord,
Rise up and laud!
#LovingGodOverAgain
#HeIsNeverBoring
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FORGET YOUR NAME
Before the me-game came to make insane
There was you, two ways made same, laid in lines to collide, drive
Not to divide, make asides, astride in competitive races
You now, the opponent, you set me in mind, the kind of conception that’s about sides
You’re making for the line, to finish before, to draw it between us as permanent
We two, twined, tangled, twisted into unity, fashioned, forged, framed
Trimmed, primed to prose-like praise of the thing marked as Divinely formed
Strings thronged together, with
beads that are seeds of our love
Deeds of eyes that meet, that sit on seats stitched by sacrifice sweet, swiftly inspired
Ignited as fire, aflame, glowing brightly for us to see, to enjoy, to be warmed by
They’re doused, by aroused rains seeded by clouds of discord
They’re gone, done away with, replaced by gaping spaces and frowning faces
And by ambitious, broken hearts
Its the turn into yourself, inwards, inroads into the soul carved out
Marked out, shutting me out, cutting me off, making me mad, marring my dreams
Making memories nightmares, when they stick their barbs, sharp stiffened stilts jutting out
Sticking through from pierced soul, up pointing, wanting nothing
Wanting, not for the times when our names meant mimes from clans, perhaps claps for great wishes, riches
No, speaking, yes, for wounds, brooding, breeding lethal brands of thought, bad blood
Because you found a name you’d rather keep, than keep me close to you
Forget the thing that stings our skins, that hangs on our sleeves, as irritant
Forget the self that serves to stop surrender to the loving other
Forget the aim to raise shoulders for pomp, plump up for vain aplomb
Forget death, the void within you find with the mist that’s self actualization
Let the myth die, live life with us, your beloved,
Let life be fly, soaring sacrifice of each one for everyone of us
Let us be true, let love rule, let our name be “all one for Him”.




