This right here is a demonstration of the gift He’s given me.
The lovely gift of poetry.
See I love to rhyme, and when I give myself the time and space
To be right up in there in that secret place
In the stillness, yes, in Him,
That’s where the good stuff can begin,
To take root, and bear fruit
So I can be more Chirstlike,
So with boldness and courage,
I’ll say, “ I don’t need the mic!”
And express, confess, celebrate and rejoice,
That Jesus Christ chose me to have His voice
For years and years I believed stupid lies,
“You can’t rap, you can’t rhyme, why should you even try?”
Till by the Grace of God I had the opportunity
And miraculously, could share His words with my community,
Wow, I’m doing better for time than I thought I would,
So I want to continue and share some ways how God is good.
Allowing me to recognize that every time, every time,
that it is you, only you who gets the glory
every time we share a part or all of our story.
Showering us with revelations, even giving us revelations in the shower!
That’s good to me.
Stirring up the desire in me to press pause
on this wild ride of a spoken word to teach all of you how to say I love you in Chinese.
Ok, let’s begin
Wo ( I)
Ai ( Love )
Ni (You)
Ok, give it a try, nice and loud.
Wo ai ni! Wow , ‘all sound good! Turn to the person on your left and tell them wo ai ni.
Ok, now the person to your right.
Well there you go.
Ok, Pressing play,
Even when I write in my journal, “God, do you really love me more than I can even dream?” The pen doesn’t even lift the page from the point of the question mark as you take my hand and write a big, fat, YUP. Across the page.
That’s good to me.
You have lifted all of our eye lids, along with our spirits,
to see coffee dates as divine appointments,
and walks around the block as the literal spreading of your holiness, and wherever our beautiful ( yes, even on month 6 of the world Race )
BEAUTIFUL feet go, that peace, patience, love and holiness lingers.
That’s good to me.
Your Truth waits so patiently, incubating and waiting to explode on the scene,
and then finally does, as we converse, and sing verses
Even in the doubt,
You are good to me.
Even as my tears come out,
You are good to me.
Even as my grip on your Hope starts slipping
You are still good to me.
Even as you give me a revelation that your Hope
is not something I hold in my hand,
but something implanted in my heart.
You are still good to me.
Giving me the choice,
to look at that cigarette and walk away,
to shut that lap top
when those images want to spring up,
and instead sing praises to you.
You are good to us.
There’s MORE for us,
So much more in store for us
Your dreams are waiting,
Your love, unfailing.
Are we, perhaps too confident in our thoughts of you, to think that we know you to the core?
Or will we truly listen, and hear that we crave more?
I don’t want to spend another minute trying to erase what you’ve done
To, around and through me.
You equip me to lift my hands up,
You heal shoulders,
You kick cancer’s ass
You allow tears to pour
Jesus, please continue to be good to us and don’t let us shut the door.
Constantly reminding us (because we need reminding)
We are not here to save the world,
We are here to change the world
AND WE ARE.
That is good to me.
Lord, you are good to me.
