Preach Empowered

Another year… gone, startled
and here we are on the brink
of WW three with ‘Zombie’
‘tanks…
… guns…
their bombs…’ and so on…
… and so forth up to the waist
in time of time and time again
without peace talks just tanks
between who and whom, what for?
But inside each of my eyes
is a poem sown into the madness
with badassness…
speaking of
necessities
like water… bread
prayers…
without ceasing
… giving blood
and answering for the trillionth time…
no, I’ve not thought of it…
ever… stay poised
keep still…
your time will come
… if it doesn’t it will
be alright

Jesus took the unimaginable
nailed… to… a cross
wept
died
returned
gave us His word…
coming back again
…you’ll never survive it
unless you repent
take up your cross
bear it…
with the weight of the world
on your shoulders
walking the walk not talking
of anything else…
listening… hearing…
reenacting the act
with arms outstretched
head tilted to the side
crossed
without pity
being pithy
pious…
don’t deny
your self
us first
thirst
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eternally
saved
…not forgotten…
or forsaken…
or left alone…
saved…
saved
saved