Today the Lord took stock of myself Seated in Church last Sunday, Pastor speaking in prose Words like swords, with points like pointed daggers He spoke of gratitude as an attitude, like a poet, the spirit spoke Ealier on, I had come to Church sharp like a new harp Polished of skin but lying wounded in a pool of my bleeding heart Eyes tearless, but my spirit soaked in my tears Walking with head high, but my soul drooping like a dying CHICKEN My blood heated like a smoking KITCHEN Eyes white and out, but blind like a BAT Muscular of flesh…but inside… Inside Like scarecrow in a gown, in a frown like a clown Smiling but burning with sadness… So Lord, I wrote you a poem and I will perform it – just for you. Naked I came without a name, and without shame On the same note, Naked I will go with a name, and with shame – if I dont change this attitude I mumble, I grumble, I stumble…I have ingratitude as attitude… God when you gave me this, and I asked why not that? God you placed me here, and I said why not there? I exchanged leisure for pleasure, and still complained…. Why not pleasure in an abundant measure? You gave me honey, but I said hey, where’s the money? You gave me this beautiful and I said God why not this bootyful? You gave me a golden pen, and I said why not the silver spoon? Today, everyday, with a heart in disarray, my sin in display… My soul is decay, my thoughts in dismay – faraway, astray…anyway… Dear Lord, take away my fear, clear my thoughts Like dry a seed of maize, soak me in the light, the heavenly breath of oxygen Lord I want to germinate again Lord forgive me if this is platitude, but give me gratitude as an attitude… My soul now that you’re parole, celebrate these baby steps, baby Though only poetry you know, Like John Newton, sing this song Amazing grace how sweet thy sound Once was blind, unkind, behind now I can see Once was lost, a frost, but now am found So thank you for love, for the joy, for the life… And when this flesh and heart shall fail, and mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the veil, a life of joy and peace. Thank you for the friends, for the foes, for my family, for this church… Thank you for the storms, snares, toils Thank you for my neighborhood, for this city, this country, for Africa…thank you for this world… For this poem, for these people
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 07:26:08 +0000
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