Tag: 2018
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Honesty by MsRay
REALITY STRUCK
I was scared, didn’t want to make another promise I wouldn’t keep.
Guilt struck me each time I tried and failed, what was I to reap?
Why such a difficult path?
If He willingly gave His life
Why couldn’t I automatically shine like light?
Well I played smart this time, I had a plan B.
I threw in some eggs, and let some be.
I couldn’t trust the process of “just believing,”
I had seen men die believing this saying.
I carved out an escape route,
I set out plans to activate when I got stuck
And He is no where to pull out my foot.
Poor me,
I was oblivious of the real me.
Saved
Blessed
Blameless and
Spotless
Little did I know what it meant to be saved by grace.
I had no idea what the term “finished works” entailed.
How can believing be termed ‘just’
when it had the power to save the lost.
I found Love in its pure state,
Righteous is now my new state.
Love bought me, and I can never be bought back!
This is about Him, the man Christ Jesus.
The One who loved me when I didn’t know me,
The One who gave His life for me when I hadn’t found me.
The One who swore never to be angry with me,
The One who took guilt and fear away from me.
The One whose Words I can bank on,
The One whose Words I can stand on.
The One who freely gave,
The One who graciously saved.
Imani Dokubo
(c) 2018
I am alive
Mopping moronic in the vacuum
I lie,mocking all memories
That comes to twinkle and die
Hail Mary is over,the Rosary rolls on
I tried reining my violent mind
I struggled holding it back
I resisted the thunder’s clap
And fought against the lion’s roar
But gently it came
The idle voice of the mind
Contaminating the hard beat of the heart
It came so low
So so low as a groan of a dying horse
And that was my last noise
The last push
For hope became unconscious
Falling rapidly upon the vacant floor
Breaking bones, broken ribs
Seven days later the poem is ended
But I looked up to the cross
And see that the stanza runs on
Though all blood is lost,
I am alive.
– UGWU DAVID .C
(c) 2018