I choose as an act of my will
to use the faith of a mustard seed
to pluck up evil trees by the roots,
and live by the truth;
have my eye single, body filled up with light like a room,
table prepared by the Carpenter
before me in the dining room;
Life Himself in my living room,
He watching from His kitchen’s view
like a mother watching her kids
through the window while washing dishes.
Playing in the front yard, but not nintendo 64,
which I used to play.
By such I’ve been played, since then I’ve grown,
and don’t play those games anymore.
Tony Hawk gave me a stony heart,
Runescape a tooth-ache,
World of Warcraft a below-zero temperature ice-water bath.
(just to name a few side-effects).
Such was my life at one time.
I thought I was fighting death;
thought light was darkness,
and had it all backwards like back pant’s pockets in the front;
thought such was the life,
a hands-on-the-head-while-laid-back “aaaaaaaahhhh,”
but, more like my dying breath,
or an “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
said after waking up from a nightmare.
I wanted to become a videogame designer,
such was my dream job.
I wasn’t awake, going from place to place like sleep-walking
at three in the morning.
I thought when I’d speak it would annoy people
like my voice was an awkward noise,
like they’re trying to sleep, and I’m snoring,
or that what I would say would put them to sleep,
for I believed I was boring;
no set personality, thus borrowing from people like thieves wanting things;
no guarantee of returning them like the average person public library books.
I even catfished; had unlimited accesses,
pictures like pearl necklaces
in a jewelry store, I grabbed them
from a plan I hatched like eggs;
hungry for more like I didn’t have breakfast.
I lied about my nationality
like someone from mexico trying to sneak into America,
I no/know where to be found like I needed to come to my senses/census.
Like I did in video-games I’d go on Facebook,
and run to my friend’s list,
looking for green like a perfectionist their lawn clippings,
but now read the Seek-My-Face-Book,
thoroughly searching the scriptures
like those who were more noble
than those in the church of Thessalonica.
LONE was the motto; L.O.N.E,
living off nothing every day,
hung my head in shame;
breath had the stench of spiritual alcohol;
a mess like tilted wedding cake;
I tipped it over when I was about to fall.
What I was hands-on with was like clenching saw dust,
sowing to the flesh, of the flesh reaping corruption,
relating to Jesus for as I followed my father’s will
my members were falling away.
He is the Loaf, my B.I.B.L.E,
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Eternally;
I a loan, basically I believed life every day wasn’t worth living;
literally thought life was a video-game,
a membership worth ending,
every month of life a subscription;
in a world of my own,
filled with war, crafted by me at 15.
I was an internet troll downloading torrents (taurens),
draining (dranai) my eyes of light,
felt forsaken (undead), not even human (human).
I had so much copper, silver, and gold
I thought I was rich as a Rothschild. (Azeroth)
I was bullied, even at school,
called things like, “dwarf,” (dwarve), “dweeb,”
I was a friend of the night owls (night elf).
My body was like a container,
blood elmer’s (blood elf) glue,
and I stuck there, even in my chair till it was night out.
I had no mind (gnome) of my own,
eyes on the screen, dot comes (com’s) and dot orgs (orcs);
actions speak louder than words,
and I was a shadow priest
with a talk show like Oprah Winfrey;
I now a priest under the Shadow of the Almighty,
at home with the King.
Life is not a game, but to be lived to the fullest,
the enemy comes not but to kill, steal, and destroy,
and is a bully.
Jesus came that we might have life, and life more abundantly,
is a friend,
mine, and yours, and wants a personal relationship with us,
which is why He died on the cross, shedding His blood;
yeah, God so loved a world full of kidnappers
He sent His Son to fix the once-upon-a-time we messed up
into a happy-ever-after.
We treated Life like a credit card,
placed it in our back pocket,
ran off on Him, dropped it,
and He came back to pick it up.
We acted like it was ours, and treated Him like a criminal,
when we were, and are without Him,
yet He’s given to us that,
and the opportunity to live with Him.
But like how one must go through the front door
of a house to get into it,
and when invited by the owner
not climb in through the window;
and like how one that ran in mud
uses the ‘welcome mat’ to clean their shoes
before going into the house,
before going into His House
God wants us to be clean too,
then He’d welcome us back,
and in the house we could come,
for if the shoes had dog mess on them,
the house had carpet,
and I walked around on it forever,
it would not be alright;
but if the shoes were washed,
and the feet had new socks put on them,
and I walked around on the floor,
it would be fine.
God’s House is not the house of the dead, but of the living,
and just like a house can have air conditioning
He has His Holy Spirit which is His Spiritual Breath.
Without Him there is spiritual death,
just like the body without breath has physical death;
like a scuba diver needs an oxygen tank, and mask underwater,
for His House you need Forever-Breath,
otherwise how would you live?
Therefore, if you want yours to be clean
walk in His footsteps,
but if you don’t know the Way,
how can you know the Way He went?
If you want to know a child go to their Father,
but if you want to go to the Father
you must go through Him
like a car in a car wash,
lest you be without Him,
sit in earth’s parking lot,
and end up in the junk-yard;
and like how one may be guilty before the judge,
one needs to be cleared of their offenses
to be seen as innocent.
Jesus took our sin on the cross,
and when we receive and accept Him,
we become justified, seen as innocent,
and can walk off scott-free,
saved from eternal punishment;
the jail filled with judgement
as the unjust committed injustice.
Why? Well, like one who commits a crime against a president
may go to prison with a life sentence,
how much more even one sin against a Holy God who’s Righteous?
Thank God He gave us the chance to come back to Him,
and be with Him in heaven forever.
There shall be fun, fellowship, friends, and family together.
Inspirations: 1 Peter 1:18-19, John 10:9-10, Matthew 16:25