Come as you are

Weak , I am a fragile Little birdie, Sent into this world to find purpose, to fly. However, this world attempts to clip my wings, To deprive me of my purpose, God's will, my will to fly. They scorn and belittle me, I don't know God, I am weak . Tired , I have tried lord, This body has passed it's limits, The Little victories I accomplished seem to always be accompanied by a complimentary dish of trials, Why lord? I want to do it, I want to move, I want to fly, But I'm weak , I'm tired . Hurt , One glass and a thousand battered pieces. I breathe but they keep their knees at bay, Suppressing my neck with their words, Making it hard to breathe, barely able to speak. Their words strike me like knives, Piercing me on every side, leaving me bleeding on every side. I want to speak, trauma betrays me, I want to scream but the vocal cords have been cut.  I am weak , I am tired and now I am hurting . Fear , This Goliath before me, seven feet tall! It has rendered me lost in ...

There I stood, Before me was a wall, so high it was, Cemented so great were my fears, Nine feet tall! Weighing 125 pounds on my shoulders, It was here I understood the Israelites, This wall was named “fear”. This was my Goliath . This threshold rendered me weak and desolate. I knew it had to be conquered.  As of then, I was oblivious of a way. How. I wondered. … I staggered and fell, Bruised by the sharp edges of the stones beneath me, Weakened by the make-believe stories I told myself to believe. “I don't need anybody, I only have me”. I lied. I walked aimlessly as an empty shell. This void I felt crippin and deepened, I screamed, gasping to be filled.  I entertained anger, lies, sadness and depression at my table. I wailed and cursed; “I've had enough, everything sucks, and I can never be good enough!” I had forgotten that even in my flaws his ways were perfected. I believed in a mirage where I was forgotten. Melted sugar lies burning on my tongue. Fiery and sweet like the S...

To all lost, Seeking for help, Seeking for God,  Our source. For you and me.                      ...  Lost. A lone Wanderer, bewildered by the wonder, The Tree, This embodiment of life, Mysteriously crafted by God, With Yahweh in it's DNA, An art in its prime. As it shines with no glitter. Green.                         ... He was tired, Undermined by the battles of yesterday,  Mourned at his plight, Carrying on him branches his newly crafted burdens. Where he lost because he forgot to pray, he forgot to put on his Armour daily, he loved the world, forgetting the word, John 1:1 had become a dusty book on his mind shelf, he was lost, Lost in the noise the World intertwined in his mind. Now a playground of madness. In a false utopia.                         ... Navigation . "What did I do to deserve t...