Prise

Prise Him our Father

The Son

And The Holy Spirit.

Aman

A man

Man

Man, I'm tired of being on the fence about my religion,

I love my God

But my god, I can't stand people.

Love is patient

Love is kinda of hard to find amongst these liers, cheats, murderers, bitches and assholes.

I'm called to be not of my flesh

But my skin is attached and it's about as thick as it can get.

"I love your Christ, but I hate your Christians, why can't your Christians be more like your Christ?"

Ghandi.

Response

Because Jesus loves babies and spent time with the poor

But I don't like children and I don't have change for a $20!

I know

I'm awful

Lukewarm in my faith

Though I walk through the valley of my fellow sinners

But there's a flame still burning in there

My conscious unconscious still whispers His praise

Still beating the breath of His name

My path to Heaven Mt. Everest high

Hell?

A one way ticket booked

Damned

Demons behind me

Christ I'll sing your song

In the back of my mind

It rhythms with me daily

"Here in the love of Christ I stand"

Sit

Think

Conflicted

Reflect the heart of God

Not my intention to disappoint

To be lukewarm

If we’re done here I’d like back all my secrets

If we’re done here I’d like back all my affections

All my lustful thoughts

All my 11:11 wishes

If we’re done here I’d like back my love

If we’re done here I’d like back my bashful flirtations

All my “which outfit” obstacles

All my “five more minutes” for perfect hair

If we’re done here you can have back your “I love you’s”

If we’re done here you can have back your “someday’s”

All your shoulder kisses

All your sexual tensions

If we’re done I want back all my time

If we’re done I want back all my energy

All my trust

All my forgiveness

If we’re done here I want back my heart

And all its skipped beats