ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Religion and Philosophy»
  • Christianity, the Bible & Jesus

Sidewalk Servant

Updated on September 16, 2015

Sidewalk Prophet

God.., no one is afraid of your law,

With the avenging finger,

That pionts to the mind with treats,

And mocking angels,

Shuffle what seems to be unusable guidelines,

Thus the obsession,

For a sinful life.

I'm sick of doubt,

and losing obedience to a vegetable law.

I'm in a zone of muteness,

Listening to fistfuls of silence,

Like a beast in a cage,

with strangeness awkward to the mind.

I'm perched head long,

On the edge of destruction.

Give me the sounds I need,

To believe in your creed.

Give me trust and things of kindness.

You must confront me, It's inevitable.

I'm sneaking up on you.

God.., have I touched your toes

Looking for something I already have?

This is the sea of doubt

Of a sidewalk servant.

Allow me time

With that gradual feeling

Of learning and remembering

So I can adjust

To your light.


    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.