The PoetVangelist

Sunday, I raise my hands in praise Monday, I return to my old ways Sunday, I give You all my heart Tuesday, my prayer life falls apart Sunday, I confess all my sins Wednesday, I entertain the beast within Sunday, You are my only help Thursday, I cannot stand myself Sunday, my heart is pure and true Friday, I’ve drifted far from You Sunday, you make me whole again Saturday, I’m crippled by my pain. Sunday again, and here I am Sinking, yet swimming all I can. I’m wondering how I got this lost Reviewing my week, I have to pause. I realise how I got this way: I didn’t seek, I didn’t pray; I settled in my comfort zone Ditched Your law, Lord, and lived my own. Can’t stand my inconsistency: Sunday the only time I’m holy. Lord, strengthen me to live as Your child So I’ll stop feeling so defiled. Your Son already died on the cross I’m glad I don’t have to bear that cost. So now, teach me to walk with You; So that each day be worshipful.

Between the star and the diplomat The real me hides within my heart. For I doubt there’s room in my family For all my idiosyncrasy. Maybe, I’m blind; or plain crazy I could be wrong- it’s so hazy; But whenever I try, I simply can’t Recall feeling significant. It might be a lapse of memory- Or I’m really just an accessory. Whichever way, it’s a struggle. The middle child’s angst is hard to juggle. Just when I sort my feelings out, Something happens, and in comes doubt In spite of all the tests I’ve stood, It’s still hard being misunderstood. What I long for; deep down inside Is someone to realise that I try; Someone to say: “I accept you For all you are and all you do”. It’s true I’m unconventional This weirdness is my normal. Sometimes, I wish I were like y’all So could always feel involved. But this is really who I am; Unlike you- see, I understand; But I know trying to change myself Would rob me of my greatest wealth; The one thing only I can be: My God-g...

I’ve considered what the Bible says In Proverbs 31, to the last verse. I found a woman there described Whose qualities just blew my mind. They sang her praise; all I could say was “Wow!” I’d like to be her; the question is, how? So I sat long and thought hard What in my life could retard My getting God to say “Well done!” And stop my becoming Miss 31. My soul search made me realise I had some idols in disguise: Laziness, fashion, sex appeal Were ruling my mind and killing my zeal. I had to decide what would be best; I CHOOSE to put my flesh to rest. I’m setting down weights; this time, I’ll run Look out, here comes Miss 31. She’s patient, honest, faithful, kind Pop culture wont trip or fool her blind. She’s holy, not legalistic Monitors her words; not who wears lipstick. She’s graceful, not erotic; Her clothes no threat to her brother’s optic. Miss 31 is stylish, but not vain Godly contentment is her great gain. She’s warm with the brothers, not flirtatious; ...

I can see your soul. I can see the things That only flash in your eyes. The looks I read; I understand your need. Cuz I- can see- your soul. *** I can feel your pain. The jabs of agony That pelt like falling rain. When your heart is twisted In a fresh throb or wave, I feel the sear - Here- Right within myself I feel it In your soul. *** When you rise, when you soar: Joy pulses in your veins And rushes to your head. When you strive, when you fall: Your spirit sinks: lowest of low And leaves you wishing you were dead. I rise with you, I laugh with you. As we fall, I grieve with you Because I know your soul. *** I know the wheels in your mind I know the way they turn I think your thoughts as I do mine I grow the more you learn Each day, each time I sense Your presence, I feel a piece of my soul Return to me You’re the piece that was lost. You are the core Of my soul. Beyond the expressions of my body; Besides the yearnings of my heart; ...

You and your friends were talking when I walked in Then you spotted me and flashed that wolfish grin Don’t think I didn’t see your gaze travel down As I pass, neither you nor they make a sound. What can I do? Roll my eyes and double my step And hope that you all get some help. What do you gain by making me feel Like a piece of meat in a market deal? Have I no right to walk tall and free Without your lustful looks threatening me? Look past my frame and read my mind; Accept the truth you’ll come to find: I’m not your potential plaything If you’re not thinking wedding ring. Now, I’m trying to leave and you’re in my way You’d like to be my friend, you say. I’d honest to goodness think you sincere If behind that grin, there wasn’t a leer. Don’t ask my phone or room number; We’re not pals; I just met you, remember? I wish you’d quit staring at my bust There’s no quicker way to earn my distrust. You’re relentless; and it’s becoming a pain. I’m smiling; but this is runn...

Life is breaking out all around me Full and free Everywhere I look, life is happening But not to me. I’m sitting here on my hands Waiting for a calling; But while I waste my life, Souls everywhere are falling. Lord, how will I explain When You ask me on that day? Can I justify wasting away The talents that You freely gave? I know many downtrodden Needy and depressed souls. From time to time, I muse On what I can do to make them whole. I usually conclude on some excuse: Like I’m still young But I forget living for You Is not about living long; And not doing the good I know to do, In Your eyes, is very wrong. The truth is, I’ve settled almost completely In my precious comfort zone. So doing good is fine by me As long as it doesn’t affect what I own. I forget I could be in their shoes It’s only by Your grace I’m blessed. It could have been me saddled with those issues; My release depending on another’s kindness. I know in my heart, if I dig deep, There’s s...