To pen about the infinite,
can be such a challenge,
with limited diction,
descriptions are so weak,
like a bond that's covalent,
poems preluding the ultimate,
a story about a groom's inheritance,
An Author with living letters lifting up his eminence,
written words with penintence,
living in remembrance.
Systems sedate our senses,
principalities prey on ignorance,
societies atrophy as communities collapse,
humans form a hierarchy,
the soul is on sale,
Christ being made a commodity,
cults of personality,
those we've pedestaled have plummeted,
rappers have shiny wrapping but lack in substance,
podcasts are vain and crass,
saying anything for their only fans.
Life is but a mist,
careful if you think you stand,
let's make sure we understand,
There is both trembling and solace to be held in the hands and a gracious yet Holy God.
I don't sit from a high podium,
I too am just as vile and lame,
as reactive as sodium,
my thoughts dance defiant and deviant,
My words jail me,
confined by my own corrupted collusion,
my tongue ablaze in delusion,
a double-minded broken mirror,
my face on the silver coins of Judas.
My high school english teacher JD would say manners makyth man,
now money makes a man,
but in the wisdom of above that's foolish;
trading the glories for the ghoulish.
Queue Johnny Cash as I wonder when he's gonna cut me down,
gambling with my inheritance,
rambling so reckless,
outwardly professing,
inwardly rejecting.
Quiet place neglected,
Double crossing intersections,
Catastrophic consequences,
my hand I will relinquish,
from the sins i often sink in,
clean the cup inside my dishes,
for every man is a liar,
only one is faithful,
only one is true,
only one is messiah,
for him,
gladly be a fool.
Don't invest in things that will perish,
If life was rice Jesus is the relish.