As many of my readers know God has spoken to be through poetry while on the race. The dialogue between God and myself has helped me grieve the past, express thoughts and emotions in ways that I never experienced before the race. I encourage you all to ask God to reveal his self to you in a new and intimate way. When we can feel God’s presence is when I believe we have the ability to love beyond our natural capacity. Below is a piece of my heart over the past few weeks. Stay tuned for Greg’s brotherly side..

 

 

“Unfinished”

 

Porn, pride and lies didn’t forfeit my prize

Because when God looks down he sees Jesus in my eyes

You can sit and lament or fight to break the cement

If sin has clenched your soul be quick to fill the hole

No man made creation can quench the sensation; fill your heart with the Holy Ghost beyond the point of inebriation

When you give your life to things unseen the Holy of Holy will make you clean

 

 

My words are hollow, my voice is shallow 

My spirit is downcast as I begin to wallow

I’m not worthy of your presence; please don’t go I need your essence 

I fall only to fall again; yet this is where my story begins

He’s taken away the guilt and the shame

I’m a beloved son he calls me by name 

I turn away and I’m corrected; always loved and forever protected

With each and every mistake I make; I reminisce as to why he is great

I don’t stress because even in my mess I am claimed

When we die to self it’s as if he came

Walking as Jesus did, gives God the fame 

 

 

“Gods will”

 

We go to college to get more knowledge, hoping to find the way

“Where you put your love is where you put your life”

Do everything as if onto The Lord; you’re only to blame if you end up bored

We go to church to pay our dies but my friends this is only a ruse

Life’s not meant to be compartmentalized hasn’t all the dissatisfaction helped you realize

Things of this Earth will rust and decay

So why fuss about how much you get paid

Gods will is not multiple choice; he’s given each of us a voice

He’s laid out the notes you decide the progression

Our treasures in heaven so who cares about the recession

My story won’t be yours, it’s not an issue of who ends up with more

Life’s an act of worship to those we adore

Before I go I must make a confession

My hopes have gave birth to obsession

How best can I tell your story

By living to give you all the glory

 

“Rehab”

 

I’m an active member of “sinners anonymous”, S.A. For short 

I’ve been a dinner for as far back as I can remember

For 7 years I defiled his temple 

For 7 years I thought this Christian thing was simple 

Study the word, try my best to apply it and repent

My record proved to be a disgrace to who you sent

Always had the best of intentions so how did I end up here?

My desires have been detestable; decisions rather questionable 

And yet I considered myself worthy of everlasting life 

I’d been given years with little I show for it; and not I’m here

Taking back what I’ve forsaken, painstakingly I’ve awaken 

I was almost a lost cause but the World Race has provided a pause

As I sit here in Rehab, I take a look at my price tag

I’ve been tagged as invaluable surely this is nothing casual

So I admit my filthy ridden by the guilt of my sin

That’s why I’m here with my kin

Moving from darkness into light 

Where Christ lies beside me each night 

 

 

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

-Howard Thurman