I’ve been really lazy with my poetry.
Out here thinking why do you do these all for free?
Spend time, thread nine, just to find the end rhyme
Used to think that my writing was an equivalent crime
Used to invoke and compose lyrics for those demons
Now I’m saved and I’m out here writing steady sermons
What you gon’ do? I’m a slayer for Jesus
He died just to save us.
He’s here and using us
Blessed us. Forgave us.
Healed us, now we’re saved up.
The church is on fire. The devil’s a liar
He’s a thief and a brutal destroyer
But I serve a living God, the mighty one, the only maker
Wasn’t dead to sin, the pain did sting
I was cold, with unforgiveness so bold
Freedom never seemed to blossom
A prisoner but close to the ocean
Then He touched my wounded heart and whispered “You’re not alone”
Now I want life with Jesus,
PS: this poem was written on 6/11/19.
Love always ❤