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Poem to a fallen brother
I'm not sure how you've turned out the way you have,
You used to smell like a rose, but now your scent has gone bad.
I see you decompose
And I can only wonder how this happened.
I want to alert you,
But your pride is fastened
Securely to the achievements that have poisoned your
Core and spread through your vains.
It assures your brain that the deceit your living is not vein.
But the man you've become is so removed now that you can't feel the Holy Spirit as it cries out within you
My God is in pain!
Yet you feel no shame
Because you preach righteousness- but it's not the same!
Aren't you saved by the Holy Spirit?
- Then why aren't you convicted by it??
You've traded Holiness for Grit?!
Because the honeycomb tastes sweet to the unsatisfied soul,
- This wanton monster knows no control!!
I just stand back and watch as your construction unfolds,
And pray for the destruction that I know can save your soul.
I want to say the destruction I know WILL save your soul
But now I'm not so sure that of the Holy Spirit you are born...
And so my heart is forlorn as it weeps,
"Lord mercy- He knows not what he has done. He does not know what he has become."
Some more of my poetry
- becomes the rose
Becomes the Rose It started small and closed off, no hope for it. The pitiful walls were devoid of beauty. I would not have chosen to look upon it had it not been in my way. That was when I...
- fatal distraction
Fatal Distraction Why did you do it? I have the right to know. If you hadn't planted the seed I would never have paid it heed. What lead you to it? Surely I ought to know. If you hadn't...
The lyrics to a song I wrote when recovering from heartbreak. Apprehensive You broke my heart. Did you know that? I tossed and turned. Could you sense that? You taught me what love was and...