Do I need to be perfect
To offer my service
As my form of worship
Or would it all be worthless?
Why were we truly placed
As a race of disgrace on the earth face!
On this earths surface
So many inquire with desire
What is their birth purpose!
Did God create me perfectly imperfect?
I grew up being a berserk worse kid
I was always deserted and hurt
Thus I learned how to verbalize the pain when I disperse
Essentially
I need to feel YOU eventually
My faith has its end evidently
Momentarily
Losing ground as I am feeling not only shaken
But as if my heart is forever breaking
The devil is always taking
And yet you told me to believe and follow you
There would be consistent giving
But I am alive
And yet I am not better living
Maybe I’m not truly forgiven
Maybe your face from my presence
Is eternally hiding & hidden!
Humanistic deities
Fleeing yet freeing me
Hypothetical theories
Possible eternal punishment
Truth in its essence has been captured
Seeking to be a part of these last days rapture
Not get my spirit ruptured
Visual photo captured
Feeling emotionally enraptured
The devil only shows me wicked Impoliteness
He is angered
That I was designed in the divine likeness
Now is it
Just what I might miss
Not done in kindness
Not a cursing person all done to spite this
Kind of micro cosmically frightened
Yet momentarily enlightened
Stop the copying and don’t be like a vampire with all of your biting
I know that although as a human I have plenty questions
But God has granted me more than twenty blessings
There are at times I feel empty and less than
But then His spirit lifts me up and gives me more spiritual aggression
So I do have my moments in which I turn to self
And feel stuck at a cross roads
But The Cross is my road
The heavy cross is my load
The boss shall steer me in the right road
And when the race is complete
He will then have me unload
Unpack my nap sack
That’s been on my broken back
And He will then grant me visions and blessings
And finally
Give me all that I lacked
And my life will then be so different
Because He will then gather up my slack
Keep me on track
For then eternity will be my prize
And that is what I maintain my focus
For that is what keeps the glare in my eyes
Knowing that ONE day soon
Jesus will arrive
And He will gather me into the harvest
And lift me to the skies on high
Where there shall never again be any death
And I shall never have any more reason to cry!
SkTzO