love is an offering

The other day, I got really thirsty. It was hot...everywhere, and I wanted a drink. I decided to break my own rules of drinking water. I wanted a soft drink, my favorite soft drink. I wanted a coke. So I went out and got me one, a large one. Easy ice, because they put too much ice in my fountain drinks at McDonald's. I had me a coke. And ain't gonna lie, it was good. I almost sucked half of it in one swallow. Before I made it back home, I was shaking a large empty cup. And I was more thirsty than I was before. On top of that, my stomach was swollen, filled with 32 ounces of coke-a-cola. Although I had a cold drink, my body was not satisfied. My body was still thirsty. Eventually I went to my frig and fixed me a cold glass of water. It was the best water I ever tasted. I wondered how many times did I do this spiritually. My soul is thirsty for God but I go out of my way to try to quench my thirst with artificial flavors, looking for a quick fix; only to find mys

To the hand that was raised and solemnly swore to defend the defendless through the battles of war His hand never falls Hands that pushed up and pulled up despite being too tired to even look up His hand never falls Hands that shake the hands of many and wipe away the spit of plenty His hand never falls To carry the burden of freedom's cry even if it means he has to die His hand never falls It begs the question he'll never say but what will your right hand do today? dunk a ball or make a play I hope it'll join the left and pray