You can’t cage Christ. You can’t cage Him in a political party You can’t cage Him in a denomination, You can’t cage Him in race. People have tried from the beginning To show Him His boundaries. But as the wind blows where it wills With no regard for human vanities, Schemes and prejudices – So
If I were a color I would be white. But the question is – Am I surface Or am I light? The presence or absence of color? A blank slate – Or waves in need of a prism for sight? Am I everything? Or nothing at all… You can tell me anything, Your thoughts are
May they talk but never do. Intend the best not follow through. May they feel that their ideals Make them a cut above the rest While in impact and action, Reaction distraction They’re the same. May they fall blindly through The rabbit hole Of endless posts, links, comparisons conspiracies Let it take its toll- On
Deep, guttural screams of agony Blood and water flow mingled down. For the joy set before her, she endures – A child is born. Deep, guttural cries of anguish Blood and water flow mingled down. For the joy set before Him, He endures – That the many might be born again. In childbirth, the woman
Depression is courting With dark, empty eyes- A curious wooing, This sinking inside. So hard to resist. So easy to kiss, And sink into arms Of dreary bleakness. Sometimes joy is a choice And even a fight As rising is Day And sinking is Night. Don’t be won over By sighing and tears, Depression’s a
