love is an offering

there's a man who walks the chosen path he sacrificed everything he had tired but he smiles every single day cause finally he knows the way he travels light a bag for his bread and a blanket for the night any extra cash is good for burning too much baggage delays the journey so he walks a cadence a step at a time in rhythm with God he stays in line at times it looks he's on his own but don't deceived he's never alone though there's pain along the way he walks on, he walks on through the storms and the rain he walks on, he walks on when so many get lost or led astray he still walks the path everyday

thinking about my now and forever getting my collective thoughts together the crimes i've committed and whether i can finally reach for a life that's better the weight of sin pulls like a gravity force but truth lights the path and grace opens doors when salvation rains love opens pores and i realize that repentance is greater than remorse i wanna turn away, wanna turn the page stop acting a fool, i'm getting off the stage now that i've found the exit from this hellish cage i don't ever have to be afraid to pray, to reach, to cry to sing, to dance, to try to do more than merely just survive it feels so good to be justified

like my favorite part of my favorite song like waiting for her, why it takes so long? i know her like a held hand that swings along or like chocolate cake in the morning's wrong i know her like a soothing hand so undemanding like a smile that needs no understanding i know her like a miracle that's never late or the air i breathe and the breath i take i know her like the days we live this abundant life or the special way solomon knew his wife i know her this is love

As time would mention My heart would listen Before the heart break Before the tension Before the period There was just a comma Before the drama Dad and Mama Before the airport Before the plane Before the silence Before the pain Before the moment That set the course Before the contract Before divorce Before the pain I’m thinking of Before the lies There was simply love

What do you give the king who has everything?  Words of honor? Mentions of prestige?  Promises of glory before his throne?   Courageous deeds or royal service?  How about tears?  Tears that sprinkle his feet as he sits before you.  Tears that you wipe away with your hair and your sleeves.  Tears that you press against his toes with your kisses.  Tears that fall so freely because you know...  You know that your invitation into his presence was not based on merit, entitlement or irresistible beauty.  He knows your name because he loves you.  So you cry. And when you have wiped the last tear away, what then?  Do you break out the expensive wine?  Do you usher him to your seat of honor at your dinner table?  Prepare his favorite meal?  Well, you could.  But perhaps you prepare him for his burial.  Grab your jar of perfume and pour it all over his feet.  You let go of all of your self awareness....

If I dared to put everything I am under personal scrutiny, what would I find?   If I stripped myself of the labels and no longer defined myself or limited my identity to my vocation or my scholarship then who would remain?   Could I love that person? Could that person be loved? Could he be recognized?   Somewhere along the way in my life, I allowed myself to be limited by narrow definitions, like student, teacher, preacher, employee, and soldier.   Knowing all the while that such titles don't begin to define me.   I even felt trapped by my own name.   It was my father’s name.   I spent most of my life undoing and detaching my own identity from that of my father, because of the interpretation of his own life heavily influenced that name in a negative way.   I am not a name, a title or an employee.   Should I be known by my income or my outcome? By my social "friend"ships or by my relationships?   If I dared to put everything I thin...

the silence is deafening, but the sirens are definitely... razor sharp piercing through the darkness especially these are the sounds that surround him conceptually the violent vibrations of violence suggest that he... join in the chaos if they "try to step to me" but if he continues this cycle then death is his destiny and not just the physical but the spiritual that's desparately wants to survive and connect like telepathy he searches the Scriptures for truth so carefully unsatisfied by the world that's so sexually... driven it's a given they attack men collectively no man's exempt from the temptation that's next to me he says"I must run to the One that's there for me" to the arms of my Father who promised to care for me swallow my pride, I need Him so terribly and I'll dance in these streets despite how they'll stare at me