So I never write about god
because the mere process of comprehension
escapes me every time I attempt it
I’m so much better at crying, lamenting
desiring
for his appearance
that I never consider the dire possibility
of the logically unlikely scenario
where he might require me
to utilise the gift he did invest in me
to demonstrate his wisdom and mercies
because who am I to deserve this
who am I to be deemed fit
to declare and decree this
that rather than fists guns and knives
its his name that we should lift
cos its through him that we do live
and its through him that I can give life
in abundance
through deliverance
of I and others
by you who saved us
from sin that would have otherwise enslaved us
stripped us and pinned us
with three large nails to the cross we call world
the world that so urgently craves us
that so badly wants to claim us
and lame us
puts thoughts that ain’t ours in our heads
and then frames us
makes us lie to ourselves
saying we are what we are
whilst we forget he who made us
when we forget of his presence
when in actual fact the entire essence
of why we live is him
it was he who made us so we die
when we don’t breathe in
as it was his breath that woke us
its his heart that calls us
to dine with him
in the presence of our enemies
can I get another cup please
as mine is over flowing
he’s blessed me so much
I cant do much else than to adore him
so if my words fail me
I beg of you don’t blame me
i'm sorry
but if you knew my god as well
as I do
you’d be lost for words too
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