I burn incense sticks to stick my bones into motion
I cant recall or recite the Apostle’s Creed
I cant run my heart through the Lord’s prayer anymore
It aint same.
The lord’s prayer did tie up my sins and desires together, today my desires are my sins.
Like a door knob I stay hooked to the doors of Heaven, that was then.
Today am like a rusting door hinge holding the doors of Heaven.
In the Valley of bones is my heart.
In the Red Sea floats my heart.
In Galilee I wish to travel to,maybe I would get some wine for free if I mention the Lord’s name
It aint same.
Aint the same.
What holds me back still I dont know.
To the lord’s call I keep saying No.
Why would I say no to my creator,He who made day and night, He who separated the waters from land, He who gives life.
Dear Satan, may I have a private one with the Lord Almighty, He who threw you from Heaven, He who created you.
Hail Father In Heaven open your doors for me, throw me into your palace and let me be filled with your word.
Your word is life.
The broken bread is your body.
The wine is your blood.
I want to drink from your cup once more,this time as a believer not as a church goer.
I want to eat your body, not because I hunger but because I have fallen short of your glory.
I want to understand your word, my heart to fill with your word and my help to come from above.
It aint same Hail Lord.
I have fallen short of your glory Almighty.