THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Thursday, May 25, 2006
If there's one thing I know about myself, it is this:
I am unwilling carnally. Honestly I am unwilling to give up my games, take away my earpieces, skip my television and MSN time just to craft out smses to encourage, spend Quiet Time to grow and put in more effort than others. I see why I should do it, but my body is not convinced.
Yet again, I want to be willing to be willing to be willing, that's why I do what I do. I know it's a borrowed saying, but it rings true here. Honestly speaking, I know this is not me, but it's a good thing; breakthroughs happen when we push ourselves beyond our comfort zone.
And already the Devil is attacking me. Why does he love to manipulate people. It just breaks my heart that unity is destroyed from within. To learn to love while being misunderstood is hard. God help me love my people, even those who reject the call to arms. Come on, you want to see me cry? When I do, God's wrath will be upon you Satan!My people are the importance, not myself. Help me
know that through and through, cell by cell, impulse by impulse. And I lift everything up to You God.
Psychedelic;
9:12 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
