COME TOO FAR
Acclaimer: Now faith is the substance of things hoped for &
the evidence of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
When I’m alone in my cell sometimes I stare at my wall, & I often find myself suffering from total recall. Remembering all the things I’ve experienced, lived through, & say, knowing I’m not worthy, that I need mercy, not there yet but I’m still searching, still thirsty & …
I don’t believe He’s brought me this far to leave me.
My family, my reason, my roots, my beloved & believed in, bare with me through my best & worst days. They are proud & they pray. They are proud of my way & belief in our family foundation of faith, that’s only grown stronger the more years we’ve been locked away … & I’d know they’d want for me, that I was around so that they could then surround me with the love that only can be found in a family that’s holy & wholly interlaced, & I know that I should have been there, I know I coulda been better, & absolutely, unquestionably, most definitely shoulda done more. But instead I’m still in here like I’m stuck, trapped tumbling backwards in a wave just ten feet from the shore.
But I don’t believe He’s brought me this far to leave me.
In this old but operative oasis of wastage, locked in a cage & filled with righteous rage that makes me want to reach out & turn to the next page of my life to where, hopefully I could lead a team who like to scream & shout & spread love. I know it’s crazy, but maybe we’ll go out & sow the seeds that impedes the drought comin’ at the comfortably comatose countries throughout this land that fail to understand what it’s really about…
Happiness is impossible unless we become devout with helping our fellow man with more than just hands & hand-outs. It’s time we use our hearts to form a band to start to clean this land out, from some of the wickedness & evil that’s running amok & rampant. We’ve come too far, that’s why I pray for turnabout,
Cause I don’t believe He’s brought us this far to leave us.
Pray 4 peace 4 us