Breath

I'm building a church of words & every verse is a spiritual rebirth/


Each verb inspired by God creates a piece of Heaven here on earth/

This is a love song that belongs to the Spirit/

I might type the lyrics but I gave Him the wheel to steer it/

No more fear in sight as these insights take flight/

My life used to be a bowl of plight/

Each day swallowing bite after bite/

But then the blessed night fell when Gods bright Light extinguished my dark hell/

Now I love kickin back watching God weave His will in my life/

As long as I detach from pride & ego He instills magic & insight/

I see to the habit of allowing Him to establish these seeds of Light/

He cleared the weeds from sight & now I don't wanna miss even one intricacy of His might/

He has placed the taste of love on my breath/

I have to use these words to test its depths/

Remember all those years spent scared to death?/

Wondering if she’d ever even show up for the test?/

Well, she’s arrived to bless my doorstep & I feel like an old war vet who can’t rest because her image infests every crevice & depth of my soul’s nest/

Never would have guessed yesterday would be filled with coffee & chess only to find she infects my today like a surprise guest I’ve been expecting since before I knew how to forget/

We've aligned our breath/

Become partners in this timed test/

Designed to become one flesh/

Our minds are intertwined by His holy habits as we stitch this divine love which is tighter knit than the finest of fabric/

I used to think my soul's labryinth was too elaborate to penetrate but her eyes & smile collaborate to navigate every space, crevice & secret escape buried in my heart's landscape/

When I was young I liked to have fun & dabble but I never really let a female share my saddle/

Now I'm over & done trying to mingle & babble/

I've decided if life were a game of scrabble she'd be the word that won every single battle/

Tin Can

Oh God, please peel open my heart like a tin can/
Fill it full of peace because you know I'm not a sin fan/
I'm a simple man, & if I keep on beat hopefully I'll be buried with a sack full of peace in hand/
You're love is the Divine dart & when it pierced my heart I knew I had to embark using lines of art to prove Your blessings are off the chart/
You are the spark of inspiration that rescued me from dark temptation/
Now I've embarked on a spiritual vacation sailing with the winds of heaven towards eternal salvation/
The compass of my heart is set with precise placement & the Holy Ghost is my guide to help advise against lies & vile sensations/
Some days I wrestle with this vessel of flesh & it can be so easy to forget which is the next right step/
But when I lay my head to rest under the stars born from His holy breath, I realize I'm not the only one left trying to do my best to rest my soul's anchor on the chest of His infinite depths/
We were designed to intertwine spirit, heart & mind with the Divine/
You gotta read between the lines time uses to define this man confined to the flesh/
I'm obsessed with every chance I get to click refresh because I'm too often blinded sick by the devil's jest/
Sometimes I wish I could press rewind just to remind me how many times I've been blessed/
Why do I still try to build a selfish steeple outta pride and ego?/
It seems I use money & people to feed my need to forget that I'm helpless & feeble/
Thank God I'm just another weasel who can surrender disaster & hardship over to the master Artist of this easel/
So I write theses songs because I long to be placed in His palms & it's the only way I know how to right my wrongs/
My insights into the infinite long to be born into Psalms & sentences so simple & strong bond this sinner to the One of whom I'm so fond/
My pen is injected from the pond of His will & purpose & the sin which infected my soul is now cleansed by the blood purchased/
No more long lost searches for purpose & all nervous fears have been deserted for the perfect Father I worship

Paintbrush

Mixing these human emotions like potions/

Consuming diseases of the flesh/
Keep ignoring the notion that I know I don't know how to retrieve what's best/
Yet I continue to jest at each mess I create when I deviate from the One by whom i've been blessed/
How many steps wrecked by wretched sin until I rest on the chest of the Carpenter trying to remodel my spiritual den?/
I thirst for the dessert of His living water to immerse my soul's turf but it's tough when your search leaves the Father & is focused on the world's purse to find your self-worth/
I need Him to scrape every crumb of hurt from my plate so I can escape feeling numb & succumb to the buffet of grace He has placed for free right in front of my face/
Touch me up with Your paintbrush dipped in love/
I'm chipped & faded like a tainted canvas pitched in the attic above/
Cobwebs and dust, my frame static with rust, I've had it with the smell of musty habits and worldly lust/
Just one stroke of Your brush/ 
Please I need it so much/
I must be restored back to original form before my heart and soul bust/
It's You I adorn through sun and storms/ 
When I mourn You remind me of the thorns by which the Son was torn so that I could be reborn/
I used to live a past marked with perjury, until the day You performed a miracle of spiritual open heart surgery/
Now I’m penning penitent sentences of repentance to prevent penance & cleanse every instance of sin persistent in singeing my soul's skin/ 
I'm shedding sin like snakeskin/
Climbing out from this cold, mental den with a grin/
Hibernation can do wonders for my pen but true inspiration comes solely under Him/
So I step out into the sunlight of new life/
Removed the disguise I used to hide pride & lies/
Now immune to every vice the serpent uses to bite/
Perfectly in tune with the Light/
I keep the Bridegroom directly in sight as He directs the insight of this dialect I use to dissect my deepest hopes & regrets/

Burnt the Ballot

How often do you question this quest & what it means to be blessed?/

If I realize the treasure chest of God’s kingdom rests beneath my breast why do I spend most days so obsessed with building my worldly nest?/

I forget that I’m just a guest waiting to return to His eternal arms of rest/

If only I would surrender & invest every bit of heart in my chest then no longer would I be possessed by the death of this flesh/

So I step back & take a breath/

Then thank God for the forgiveness which enables me to jest at every mess He has swept from the steps of my soul I’ve too often left unkempt/

Other days I sit here in my artistic abyss & watch you sip lies from the serpent’s lips/

I can hear its hiss suck away your bliss but all I can do in defense is clench my fists/

My only wish is that you can resist long enough for me to dish up a script that will enlist a hero to save you from evil’s grip/

You insist that you’re just an angel with clipped wings/

But I have to admit from my angle it seems you traded in your halo for the pitchfork you cling/

If I stick to my dreams of thinking I can stitch up our seams I’m gonna end up ashes & steam while you jest at the success of your obsessive scheme/

But this chess piece finally found release from that life diseased with strife/

No more late nights pouring liquor down my pipe/

The only light I had back then was used to spark the cigarette smoke/

Regrets can choke your hopes/

So I burnt the ballot of the spiritually broke & cast my vote for the Heavenly Host/  

Hike to Insight

The fear in these lies hides in the tears of my eyes/

This beast centered in the mind feeds lines to feast on our kind/

We may all be different by design but you will find one way in which we align/

Ours is a spiritual crime coupled with the physical desire to cross that line/

I used to be the kind who felt I was a victim of the times/

Trying to unravel reason & rhyme by pouring wine down my spine/

Sleepwalking thru my distorted view of the truth with a bottle of booze & my alarm stuck on snooze/

Spent the last decade of life lost & confused/

Searching for my way out this nightmare of

self-abuse/

Now I find the holy ghost in these anecdotes of Hope/

Which I use to expose this planet choking on the sin in its throat/

You boast about how you proposed to this world disguised in lies/

Well, I’m a heavenly host sent to promote the bride of the Most High/

I cut that rope attached to pride & latched my soul onto the eternal Guide/

Now I’m edified by every sunrise that climbs out of the darkness of night/

The devil no longer resides behind these once petrified eyes/

Hell can’t survive in a being beaming with His purified light/

So now I spit flows from the soul to show praise for my Creator of the cosmos/

Sometimes my head's a bowl full of doubt and I gotta spoonful of sin hanging out my mouth/

But when I grip the mic and shout to the clouds it opens my spirit's spout & removes the shroud/

Allowing me to live in the here and now/

This life is a hike to insight/

Just endure the plight/

Walk in His light/

Forget about fight or flight/

Reach the summit of peace, earn your stripes and bask in His delight/

It's not about who's wrong or right/

The purpose of life is to have faith in the dark what He's shown you in the light/

His love is not just a crutch for you to use when times get tough/

Everyday you need to pray to be an instrument of His touch/

Surrender your fears and lust to the One who is righteous and just/

He will in return fill your heart with perfect love until it busts/

When it does you must then spread it to all who mistrust/

Soundtrack of Love

Love can be a blessing disguised as a curse & I’ve arrived to traverse this earth’s turf in search of that prize which will allow me to desert this worldly disguise of hurt & lies that has deprived my self-worth since I was derived from the dirt by He who gives birth/

We have arrived at that time in our lives when girls become brides & every guy would sacrifice his life just to see that spark of surprise in her eyes/

I’m in search of the woman who cut has cut her ties with the devil’s lies & now resides in the Light of the true Love of my life/

She’s an hourglass in the palm of God’s hand & I’m the last calm grain of sand to ask if I can pass through to complete His plan/

She says she likes how I write about life & my insights derived from the Light send her soul into flight/

I would treat her soul as a sacred acre created by our Maker & work free of charge as her caretaker/

She takes that little black book everywhere you look so she can cook up a hook with  those words that keep her stable in her own secret nook/

It enables her to feel like the last rook in the chess ring finally at home & alone with her King/

She laughs at the devil and what he’s trying to bring cuz she knows she’ll never stoop to his level or end up under his wing/

She’s not new to the struggles of life & its troubles so you know this old soul will fight to climb outta the rubble/

She loves to watch the blood of the sky run as the mountains penetrate the sun on its predictable plunge/

She says her soul is a spiritual sponge that had to expunge every past lover who left her heart stung with the barrel of his gun/

No thanks, I don’t smoke/

Instead, I use my throat to invoke hope & try not to choke on the lies this world told just so it could gloat/

When you asked me to hold your coat cuz there was no rack I discovered that your voice is the soundtrack of love & I’m the glove trying to catch this angel from above/

A Guest by Invite

I light the mic so your ears can inhale my hype/

I don’t believe in fight or flight/

I sit tight in His light while you take another hit off of my insight/

I’m just a guest by invite trying to focus my soul sight in this chess game of life/

All I request is that You bless my nest and keep me close to Your chest/

I do my best to deflect my intellect & let God interject with His perfect concept to bless my every step/

I invest in hope & let the Holy Ghost detect & diagnose so I can connect my soul’s rope to the command post of our heavenly Host/

My thoughts are burning tread on this track in my head/

Used to run laps with my past but now it’s dead/

My pride & ego hang from the coat rack below the closet shelf & the stack of life cards I was dealt are hidden beneath my belt/

Here I embark on a stealth mission crying for help as I try to figure out the art of losing myself/

I'm just a passive nerd stuck on this massive earth tryin to clutch onto His everlasting Word/

I don’t consider myself a distinguished gentleman/

Just tryin to represent His kingship by being sentimental & genuine/

My sole aim is not to claim even a grain of fame but when my soul embarks I hope I left a mark on your heart/

This is just a train stop & my pain & sobs were bought by the One who reigns over my thoughts/

I keep my focal point on the One who appoints so I can vocally anoint my spiritual joints/

I dropped outta the rat race to escape the lost & dazed/

Now I rock a straight poker face to represent my case for faith/

My spiritual gaze sets my soul ablaze & the level of my God gauge is off the page/

I left my battles of the past in the shadows of His grasp & now I no longer hang from the gallows of wrath/

My bliss is intrinsic cuz I invest in friendship/

Love is endless when you surrender to the resistance/

My blemishes are replenished & every sentence I’m inventing is ascending into the never ending/

Represent for He above & kinship will forever be consistent in this simplistic grip of a life derived from persistent strife/