Words well up from behind my eyes as I type them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that has built up from years of not flushing my system properly of irritation.
The log of wood in my left eye has grown a canopy that is the habitat for my patience and perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin shiver in a cold world.
I want to dump my conscience, having found it has been conditioned by the same Miss Information that hails from The knowledge of Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area behind, but…
Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister, brother and anything anyone for you I would surely get more in return, but is this what you meant? Should I really abandon these people to their ways?
Yes?! I hear you saying ‘Yes’!!
Yes, why not Yes right? With one word, you solve my dilemma and as usual where I’ve come to sulk and pout, you suck me dry of depression and pour out your peace. If I didn’t have you I would surely have snapped like a twig underneath a stampede.
Tomorrow I will have a smile for everyone, and your words will crawl down the my heart only to drip through my lips and ripples of joy and praises will send waves of glory into eternity.
It is you, working in me, willing and doing your thing. All they’ll see is you, while even I am healed inside your startling power. My gratitude is unspeakable but I know you know my thoughts, so you know my expressions of worship are merely outbursts of spirit pressure.
You are mine, and I am yours,
Your eternal Majesty;
The Lord of Light and Life,
The King of Heaven,
First Signatory of The Better Covenant,
Grand Architect of the Universe,
The Invisible Lord of Everything,
The Inventor of Music and Beauty,
The Chief Dispenser of Meaning,
The Author of Language and Progenitor of its Diversity,
The Beginning The End,
The Boundary of Existence,
The Puzzle of Wisdom,
The Spirit of Truth,
The Way to Immortality,
The Conqueror of Death,
The Slayer of Nothingness,
My Father, Teacher, Healer, Provider, Shield, Reward, Wisdom, Power, My God and Lord.
My Spirit, words must have been invented for this very purpose, You!!!
The Inventor of Lovers,
You better prepare, because I’m coming home to praise you like you imagined from the beginning of the world; and you know… You know.
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