“Confío en Ti.”
The words rip the tastebuds off my tongue,
the skin from the back of my throat,
the bile from the pit of my stomach—
all raked out by the utterance of this phrase
that has never been so hard for me to say.
“Confío en Ti.”
“I trust in You.”
God, I—
I can't say those words aloud.
Not just yet.
It hurts, oh God,
to put my hope solely in You.
But I will write it.
I will write it over and over until
the words roll off my tongue,
until saying them feels like it has never been easier.

“Confío en Ti.”
“Confío en Ti.”
“Confío en Ti.”

I trust You, Lord.

Words become entangled in my mind
Were the sane become insane with calligraphy
A poet paints a picture graphically
The rhythm flows systematically
Opaque and gray tailored eloquently
Containing a message invented genuinely
Embracing the thoughts that my brain transmits
Good or Evil what will you pick?
Am here to decipher my darkest abyss
To the right Angel of Justice and freedom
To the left Angel of Death and destruction
What will it be? What will you choose? Will your
soul be redeemed or will you be a fool?

Choose Jesus Christ and be welcomed as a child of God, or
choose Lucifer and remain another lost soul. God will condemn
You to hell for eternity if you ignore his calling
So remain lost or accept Jesus today as your savior
and be saved. I am here sharing this words today to bring you
Under God's grace may he bless you and comfort you in everything
you do. Amen!
©Franko the Christian Poet