The Power of Forgiveness
October 29, 2019
I Am an Unworthy Slave
June 8, 2019
Made Holy by Him
September 14, 2018
July 30, 2018
Enter Into the Joy of Your Lord
April 6, 2018
Treasure God's Thoughts
March 1, 2018
December 11, 2017
Sowing Revival Prayers
September 7, 2017
Take Off Your Sandals
June 13, 2017
Poem - I am a Fake
January 10, 2017
I am a fake
There I've said it. it's true.
I am a fake but Its not because of the mistakes that I make
It's because I try to fit into this world that is not my home
Trying to fit in what's considered the norm
I try not to cause too much attention
By displaying too much of my affection
For the one true God my father my king
By sharing any biblical truths or daring to sing
Not around unbelievers. They will surely revolt
I just follow the rules. It's not my fault.
Society has decided that don't need a king
Who am I to stand up for this Man, besides I don't have the voice to sing.
But still I of course can't cause too much attention
To my beliefs or my biblical projections
I admire those though, who on their knees they faithfully pray
They steadfastly fight for their religious rights each day
With their prayer mats and heads bowed to the floor they pray to a false god which is as good as speaking to a wooden door
Yet I'm too ashamed to speak my Gods name too loud
Too scared to be spotted by co-workers or family in a crowd
For fear of persecution and offending others at work
I go along with any thing that works.
Anything that fits in their agenda. That's what I do.
I'll even work on Sundays or lie if I have to
But it doesn't just stop there. No not just at work.
I'll even skip the meter and park for free it doesn't really matter- just as long as no one sees me.
Speeding is something that's not so bad
If the light is yellow what's the problem if I go through. I'll just speed over the limit. I'm sure you do it too.
What's 20, 30 or 50 over the limit. The most important thing is I don't get a ticket.
If I get pulled over surely I'll be pissed. Everyone does but of course my car is not missed
When my car is towed now I'm really angry.
If only I had gone another way. Or maybe had more to say
I surely could have gotten away
Now I've gotten myself into an even bigger mess.
Oh well now I guess my tithes will have to be less
How could this happen to me. I thought prayer availeth much.
Things just aren't fair and when I say things I'm talking about a bunch
But with lifted up hands I cry out on Sunday mornings
I'm there most Sundays dressed to impress
With a smile and jolly dance I try my very best
to pretend like all is well and that things are going swell
And when service is over I don't even lift my eyes to acknowledge anyone or say hi or bye
If I pretend to like these people that will surely be a lie
Our only relation is the church that we all attend
Surely there's no reason to further pretend
Who cares if I acknowledge them. Who cares if I say hi.
The greatest of these is love but on earth that's just a lullaby.
I sing the songs and read the bible verses.
But I am a fake I just do what I'm told.
My clay is much too hard to mold
My love for Christ has even waxed cold
I'm much too busy there's far too much to do
Surely a God who sees and knows all can understand that too!
Pick up my cross. That's what I've tried to do
Then a bill comes and then another one too.
This walk is not easy nor is it for the slick
That's why I have to think quick and do whatever fits
It's easy to believe when things are going good.
Have faith I'll tell others. O just believe you should
But when things are ruff for me how quickly I disbelieve
I question the promises the words that I have even received.
Is God really in the business of miracles or is it just make belief
But with holy hands and tears flowing each Sunday I still stand
As long as no one knows how much I struggle with this inner man
With a mask with a smile covering my true identity
I only hope no one recognizes the real me!
I am a fake you see. Nothing about me is remotely holy.
But thank God Jesus is my rock and my saviour.
He's able to change this ridiculous behaviour.
He's able to wash me clean and make me whole again
No more will I have need to pretend.
With out stretched arms He awaits me to come.
This Is home. This is the true me all the faking is Done.
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