Barbara Wire

I retire.
No longer I am Barb Wire.
Holding it together to keep others out,
It works,
but it's not what I'm all about.
So today I break free,
letting the world in to access the real me.

King's Feast

A man of few words,
likes to use his mouth for things
other than speaking.

Clean up

Played the fool,
I allowed myself
to be made an ass of.
Claimed to be waiting on You
but my patience was passive.

You know,
Christians are mocked
for repeatedly choosing their sin.
Because the world believes
that a lawful God
wouldn't constantly forgive them
time and again.

But I ignore the naysayers
whom themselves are
out there playing church too.
And I humbly ask that onto me
You fully restore my damaged virtue.

On my knees
I ask for the
broom and bleach;
I know wassup.
Gonna have to get a little dirty
in order for me
to clean exactly what it is I've messed up.