Christians Are Also Going To Hell

My thoughts are sporadic
some nights I contemplate leaving this world but I can’t give you
the satisfaction of winning.
Waking up to face my demons
fighting to stand up
you kick me when I’m down,
the pain makes me strong.
I spill my guts for you to step on
pushing me to the edge
you show me the way for me
to have the edge,
my love will never be overcome
by your fear.
Stronger than I was is the title
to a song, my life is the metaphor.
Dreams can haunt you
if you live in the past,
when I think of her I never think
I’ll love again.
I hate that you never call
are you near when I fall
sometimes I’m close to the throne
but I never believe I’m called,
a crown doesn’t make me a king.
If you can turn the bad into good
why is your neighbor in distress
is discriminating against blacks
a worldwide conspiracy
or is the church a safe place
for me to speak about race.
Africans are dying of Ebola
Isis makes the world sick
I’m only reading between the lines
Jesus healed the sick.
If I’m shot by the police
I hope they don’t shoot me
for being black
I’m just eating my French fries
for the disenfranchised.
America is the leader of the free world
so who owns these runaway slaves,
those who are free conjure up
their faith to believe in an idea greater than fear.
How can I stop writing
while there are bombs being dropped
Syria isn’t far from home
greed drives the rich to fuck with the poor,
wait he just used the “F” word,
I guess Christians are also going to hell
for acting like they are helpless to stop this war that is raging on.
But you would rather spend your time judging me
never practicing what you preach,
see what I can do with my free speech.

Alone I Struggle With My Loneliness

My darkest hour is my finest hour
pardoned for my sin my voice is now
Your instrument.
When I’m alone I struggle with my loneliness,
like a boxer who fights alone in the ring for my enemy is inside,
while my “friends” watch from their reserved seats.
Who will stand in my corner
When the bell rings?
For I want the world to know
Only you God will I honor.

If the world doesn’t want us to tell them about Jesus
then let us live it out.
Like Lecrae my life’s gotta be non-fiction,
So if my co-workers and neighbors never hear His name
I pray they see His face.
I don’t want to do it for the money
except when I do it for the money,
travel around the world
praying for the sick and feeding the needy.
I can’t let Singleness be my excuse
while Churches turn away the needy
with their self-righteous rhetoric
We all have struggles but you don’t have to pay for it.
God’s word is fact it’s not fiction.

What Happened To Sunday Mornings

Sleep is wasted on the jobless
Like love is wasted on Christians
I want to save the world but
I can’t even save myself.

What happened to Sunday mornings
Is the light too distant for her to reach
While she walks naked in the streets
Is Jesus sitting in the pew tonight.

I think we have lost our innocence
With the messages we preach
The lost I can’t reach haunt me
Every night I am awake.

I wait but you never call
I guess now I can sleep forever
Where my soul rests only the devil knows
Love was wasted on me.

How To Change Africa and Bring Hope To America

If you love God, then you love people? Yet the most segregated time in America is Sunday morning. Why put me on blast? I see your circle of trust is wrapped around your finger. Proposing marriage to an insecure person only makes two lonely people securely imprisoned.

Dreams of having a family are diminished every time I think of my own family. Coming to America was supposed to be my coming home. Free from my past hurts, I didn’t want my children to grow up with the same abuse. Look where I am now, with a full time job with full benefits, driving my own car. All I need now is to buy my own house. What if I have it all by next year, will that make me any happier? So why do I wake up every morning asking God to end my life.

Some dreams weren’t meant to be a reality. I realize there are plenty of people like me, who know they are called to be more than their possessions or their occupation. Getting paid in America doesn’t mean you made it in America. What I’m looking for I can’t even find in the church. They preach about it but are they just a product of their culture? It’s easier to point the finger than to do something about it. If you only see the people you sit next to in church once or twice a week and you don’t even know their names maybe they don’t mean as much to you as you say they do. We don’t stop to say, “Hi” to strangers and ask to pray for them because our lives are just too important. Just like the children in Syria who are getting murdered every day, we react to our neighbors’ deaths after it’s too late.

We just want to fit in but I don’t want to fit in anymore. I’m not going to change Africa by building another orphanage. Broken families can’t be fixed by your dead presidents, they are crying out for the broke in me. My broken pieces, and my shattered dreams are the key to opening the door to the grace that will see us through to His love which restores our hopes and dreams. If we can’t share His love then who can we trust? You can choose to be buried in an expensive casket or you can trust and share God’s love and be the shining star.

Love Doesn’t Belong In A Grave

How long can I sit here alone,
while kids are running in the street.
I’m like a dog on a leash
playing music to keep my heart beating.
Leaves on the ground it’s almost Fall,
except I experience one season all year long.

There is a season for everything,
sadly my emotions reveal the best part of me.
I’m just trying to laugh from the inside.
Love conquers all,
how come it hasn’t conquered you?
Summer chills when night falls,
my bed warms your pillow.

You hide your love so carefully
for a corpse with a heart like yours.
Light a candle for the living,
greet a neighbor with a smile.
Forgive those who hurt you,
share a hug with a stranger.
Love doesn’t belong in a grave.

Monday Morning Rat Race?

When I run I sense God’s presence in my life. Do you feel the same when you wake up in the morning and rush to work or to wherever you go to eek out a living?

When Jesus left this world to be seated at the right hand of God he gave us a specific command; Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Mathew 28:19-20)

You become sensitive to what God is up to when you spend time in the word of God.

There is a father who wants to give us the best possible life on this earth. He only asks for us to recognize we need him.

Most people wait for something bad to happen before they humble themselves and pray. A bad situation can be an opportunity for us to complain and question God, but what if we used our “Monday mornings” to run to God.

The greatest sin, is the sin of wasting time, wasting opportunities and wasting your talents.

A gift opens the way and ushers the giver into the presence of the great. (Proverbs 18:16)
A man’s gift makes room for him and brings him before great men.

Take advantage of the opportunities God has given you to serve him.

What do you want God to do for you right now?
But before you answer that, are you willing to do what he has asked you to do?

I’m at that crossroad where I need to make a decision about what I want to fully commit to everyday as a job/ministry.

Will I commit myself to making the best use of the gifts and talents God has given me to serve him or will I join the rest of the world in the Monday morning rat race? Their endless pursuit of affirmation from their peers?

I believe I can run my own race and still make it in this world.

If I only seek after God’s affirmation, then I will be free from being insecure and never worry about what others think.

God has designed each one of us with his DNA, it’s up to us to make his dreams for us a possibility.

I’m a dreamer because I believe I can go to all the nations and make disciples, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Do you believe in the same dream?

Let’s believe and create our own ‘Dream Race’, running faster than we ever have being sensitive to the presence of God in our lives.