Redeemed

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Soul that thrashes

Heart that rusts

Sin drips in

Rips me apart

Will darkness win?

Will Christ depart?

Shall I break,

Evil will applaud.

All my mistakes

Reveal my façade.

 

Small compromises

Satan’s Enterprises

Business of lying

Knows I’m dying

Doesn’t care I’m buying’

Into fake “styling”

Cooked up and fryin’

My heart, deprivin’

Death now driving.

 

Oh, and I let it!

Chips out and betted

Casino of sensuality embedded

Forgot truth, barely read it.

 

Scripture gone, no cornerstone

Spirit aloft, dryer bones.

 

Unquenched thirst

Chronic hurt

Doctor examined

But abandoned…

At least I thought…

Once again, distraught.

 

O the drama of hearts:

Alive, dead, apart,

Shaken, buried, alarmed,

Still, rattled, charmed.

 

Romantic involvement,

Relational evolvement.

 

Pursuer, now pursued

By the true Groom.

Tried to seek and peruse

Other affections never bloom.

Mighty hands hold

My heart unfolds.

He’s real Love, I’m told.

 

Heart beats quicker

Feelings are thicker.

 

Shame comes

Pride runs

Broken crumbs

Tear drums

 

Washed cheeks,

I’m weak.

 

Love affair,

My fare.

 

Imagine my surprise

And evil’s demise

When grace shined

And Christ dined

With His Bride, unfaithful

But He remained faithful.

 

Affectionate eyes,

Gentle hands,

Removed lies,

Helped me stand.

 

Renewed, not abandoned.

Deep love; enchanted.

 

Restlessness now resting,

Surrender; stopped wrestling.

 

Refreshing waters flow

Spirit breathes, I grow.

 

Planted in His streams,

Grateful He redeems.

#TheFuneral

Church-bells ringin’ but it’s not a wedding,

It’s a solemn day with much dreading,

A friend will be buried,

Before his prime, not even married.

 

A son to someone,

A brother to another,

Prematurely summoned,

Left behind a mother,

Father blindsided by fate,

Convinced it’s a dream,

Because at any rate,

The sorrow makes his heart scream.

 

Where do I fit into the picture?

At the front, reading Scripture.

 

You see, I’m the speaker,

Giving the eulogy…

 

The audience is alarmed,

My message lacks charm,

As I speak of the man layin’,

In the casket behind me, I’m sayin’

 

The man was addicted,

Words to actions ratio, contradicted.

Spoke of life, but lived in death,

Worshipped then cursed; same breath,

Judgmental of other ‘believers’,

Ranked them by achievements,

Taught law, but lived lawless,

But what ya saw, it was flawless.

Closed doors hid the sin,

Justified by the many men,

Sufferers with deceptive grins,

Who had participated in the same wrong,

Filling the heart with things that don’t belong.

Images on a screen, actions that hurt,

Would be obscene, if others saw the dirt,

So pride-laced perfectionism,

Hid the inner darkness,

When there was a need for exorcism,

To remove the sinners’ carcass.

 

Egocentrically addicted to self,

Couldn’t pause to take it off the shelf,

The book of Life, the book of Truth,

Had it memorized, but preferred a tooth for a tooth,

The reality of this situation,

Was a heart that desired retaliation,

Rarely satisfied with others’ joys,

Often envious of their many toys,

Desired the spotlight, center-stage,

When others had it, inner-rage,

Consumed him with poisonous resentment,

His heart didn’t know what content meant.

 

Friends prayed and his mother cried,

She wished away would go his pride.

Jealousy over others successes,

And their girlfriends in their pretty dresses.

 

The truth is that I could go on and on,

But I already have, you’d like to turn me off.

So listen to me now, in this dawn,

Sunlight rises, while the darkness scoffs.

 

The man that lies here, under the tree,

That man is actually the old me…”

 

O but let freedom ring,

Light overwhelms, hearts sing!

Praise be to Him who saved

This sinner, O so depraved!

I was dead, now buried, resurrected,

Joyfully living a new life, He’s perfectin’!

 

Now grab a shovel, help me bury the old,

There we go, now he’s gone to dust!

Anoint the new creation, pray I’d be bold,

Remind me that it is He I trust!

 

Now dance, sing, praise!

Joyful songs rise from these graves!

 

Who else now shall we bury?

Who else now shall die?

Who else now shall be a rarity?

Who else now shall no longer try?

Who else now shall live by the Spirit?

Who else now shall overcome?

Who else now shall share it?

Who else now shall no longer run?

 

Those funerals I shall be attending;

Authentic men and women that have stopped pretending.

No longer worried if they’re trending,

Living solely for the One who’s mending

Their hearts and souls and sending

Them to represent The Ascending,

King of Kings, LORD of Lords, Beginning!

This poem now has reached its’ ending.