Am I a Christian?
Because I am a man of God,
who makes sure spreading the Gospel is my mission.
I go to church on Sundays just to stare and listen,
as the preacher in front talks about a book some guy has written,
Am I a Christian?
Because as soon as I step out of those doors,
my life takes a complete U-turn.
From the life of a Godly individual,
to one who's god is no other than the person he sees in the mirror.
I set my Facebook status to Christian,
and make sure I post a Bible Verse everyday,
and add a side note to trust in God and pray.
But when I'm having fun in a party,
or if I receive a blessing,
God's not on my thank you list,
I don't even thank Him for the things He so graciously gave me.
Am I a Christian?
because if I smile,
it doesn't mean I'm not beat up inside.
Just  because I pray,
doesn't mean that I listened to God during that day.
Just because my Facebook says I'm Christian
it doesn't mean that I'm actually listening.
Just because I tweet Bible verses,
it doesn't mean that my life reflects Jesus.
Because I can tell everyone that I know God,
but it doesn't mean that I am actually his son.
So am I actually a Christian?
Because when that day comes,
when we finally meet God,
will He tell me, "Come to me my son."
or will He say, "Who are you? Be gone!"
Am I a Christian?

I am merely a man,
And like every man,
I tend to fear.
But no, I do not fear failure,
Because I know I am merely human,
So every time I fall down the steps of life,
I can just pick myself back up and climb the stairs once again.
No, I do not fear embarrassment,
Because it is easy to hide an embarrassed face,
With a mask of laughter and happiness.
No, I do not fear the men in the alleyway,
Threatening me with their knives and guns,
Because if I am to die tonight,
I know I’ll be heading somewhere bright and filled with light.
But the one thing I fear the most,
Concern the things I do before I die,
The things that I will miss out throughout my life,
And the skills and gifts that I will fail to acknowledge,
Because like fruits,
If I take too long to eat from the fruit,
They will eventually rot and die.
No longer edible,
And have to be thrown away from my sight.
So what I fear the most is the day
when I fail to take a bite from the fruit basket of skills
that God has so graciously given me.
The day when the skills starts to disappear from my life,
The day when I will no longer be able to write a single rhyme.