I REALLY DID IT THIS TIME

I... am a son of Adam.
She is a daughter of Eve.
Evil is the Cain that we shall concieve.
I am slave
Mastered by my likes and dislikes
I prescribe and ride waves on the island called, "god is ME"
But let's be real... at least pagans pretend it's spelled lowercase  "g"
I know the uppercase so I like to pretend that's me.
Even though I didn't die for anything
But this Sunday service communion cup was handed to me freely.
I can say, "Today I bear this fruit. A token of my pledge to say that, HEY I'M OF YOU."
But my ambitions and vision of my personal GoD... says I'm just what only I think that I can only see.


I... am a son of Abraham.
I lust open wide with incest
But if I see an abortion sign, truly I would protest.
But how many times to a feeling or urge have I regressed.
No, I haven't had sex.
Not with another woman
Not to make an offspring
But I'm faithless enough to let sex urges spring
Spring from my conceptions
And pretend to make misconceptions...
that maybe God didn't see the screw up.
Yeah, I really screwed.
Yes, well, this time I really did.
HONESTLY
But shhhhhh that's only for the concience to know.
Yeah, but I REALLY DID.

I... am a son of David
But not like David
Just of the royal priesthood
A fine line of Soloman unto Rehoboam.
My royalty makes everyone sucumb
You sucumb to this
This wish
This whining
This overall of  complaining
I wrote songs that contradict the book Psalms
Prayers drawn out long
about needs and wants
 Fine dressed royalty.
No tithing necessary.
Cause my religious aptitude comes with blessing and accessories.
On the package written in bold PRINT "FAITH'S NOT IN INCLUDED"
I buy mine with acts of kindness and a heap of piety.
My selfrighteous bigotry has protruded.

MOVEMENT

The great fragment of mind.
Hopefulness.Hopeful in the ONE WHO SAVES.
Turn over the Lifeless Graves.
ARISE NEW SELF. GOODBYE OLD SELF.
ARISE CHILD.
GOODBYE COMPLACENT WANDERER.
HELLO TRAVELER.
GOODBYE FAITHLESS.
HELLO GENUINE.
TENDER HEARTED.
Goodbye Quiet.
Hello bold.
Goodbye to the cold, a movement has provided warmth.
A soul moving towards goals.
I'm a movement. I'm sacrifice. I'm a voice in the wilderness. I'm a temple of action. I'm a moved heart. I profess and I'm a non-proffitt giver. I'm peacekeeper, not a redeemer, but we'll be moved and made whole by the resurrection til the very end.

I'm ascending because I'm done with descending. I'm done falling down in anything but reverence. I will not turn to be blind. When... I've been sought out, reconstructed, loved, appealed to, placed upon, poured into by grace. I've been reconstructed not for my ownself, but to glorify.

Do you hear it? DO you hear it? -There's a voice calling out in the wilderness... prepare a way for the Lord. This is the temple, this is the church and we through our movement and actions have become an opening for other. We will be a part of the baptism, preaching, and teaching of our sisters and brother. Cause I am the voice. I am movement.
BEHOLD, THE BEAUTIFUL FEET THAT MOVE.