Be Blessed!
The Prodigal
I bring my two cents here because it’s all
about change.
He changed my locale so now I’m foreign, in
this world but not of it.
Seeking to represent the heavenly culture coz
that’s where home is,
But truth is...
Truth is my crippled walk lacked stand like
shifting shadows in flickering light.
Constantly changing teams from his team to Lucifer’s
team, my life was just like steam. Rising and soon disappearing, becoming all
things to all men that I may fit in
Not save some of them.
So with such blinded sight I sought identity
in the broken mirrors of society,
Gradually becoming what the movies, music and
the surrounding presented,
A bad boy, a hypocrite
A hypocrite because the once a week appearance
in church and the scriptures that hiccuped my speech were impressionable.
And the Christian folk; some of the Christian
folk around me were just nice.
They didn't care about my personal life coz
even Jesus is a personal saviour.
But I believe there’s a reason we become
brethren when we are born again so we've got to bother about our brothers.
Anyways, with such doubt dripping into my
system like saline
Deafening my spiritual ears in the meantime,
I began to lose the faith that comes by
hearing but found the seeming peace that comes by sipping.
So I got into drugs and alcohol for the often
times I felt low.
Justified it by saying I was connecting to the
most high.
Then in the height of things I fell head over
heels in love...
Well it was more like heels over head because I
was
Jumping into it faster than my head could
process.
Invited her to my house and she was there,
wanted to take mental pictures, so I said “cheese!” then I started to smell a
rat.
I knew this was wrong but the brilliance of
her body and the countless thoughts absent care
Blinded me so that I sought excitement (EX
sight-ment) from out of His sight
And that’s when I finally gave up my identity
(eye-dentity) and began to see things as though I was blind, needing to touch
just so I could get my way around...
Her curves...
Her curves were so much in my head that I couldn't think straight.
So I said to myself, “she needs to trust me”
But all the trust that I had was latex rubber
Which could never erase my inadequacies but
the try was worth it
So I trusted her. Trusted her until there was
no more need for trust;
Slowly becoming a slave of a sexual system
that was statutorily raping me
Because I was still a child
A brainchild of God’s idea, the Brainstem from
whom I had since branched and was no longer connected
Desperate for a relationship
I wanted to love and be loved for who I was.
But how could she love me for me when I was
never me when I was with her.
See, I presented this great persona, on top of
my game, you would think I was both ref and the coach
Some serious sense of style, deceitful charm
with just the words to say
You could say I had a swagger, which drinking
reduced to stagger.
But the real man that I was, whom she yet met
or understood and whom I was coming to terms with was this
Prodigal son, eating feaces with swine
Shunning the son, because his light would
shine
Revealing my facade which covered my shame
And guilt and filth
Like filthy rags I needed to be changed, like soiled
diapers I needed changing,
Like beggars in the street I needed some
change
A new song and a new race because, I was tired
of the
Same track different lyrics
Same track, different races, particularly
weary of this one that had no finish line.
Just like a phone number with no ID I needed
to be saved, in the book of life so God would call me His own.
So the prodigal came to his mind and said,
“How many of my father’s hired servants have
bread enough to eat and spare and I perish with hunger. I will arise and go to
my father, and I will say to him that I have sinned against heaven and before
you, and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me as one of your
hired servants.”
But He, he ran to me, cleansed me, clothed me
anew and fed me. I was dead and He gave me new life which I now live for only
Him.
He changed the things I put myself into, and
the things I put into me
The things I put in my head, in my heart and
on my plate.
He calmed the storm in my tea cup
And now what’s in my cup is what Hebrews
taught me
That without faith it is impossible to please
God, so I seek Him diligently
And pray ceaselessly that this change will not
be a phase or event but it will be a daily process.
That He will make me a living sacrifice that
will not run from the altar
That He will daily remind me that I am a new
creation, that the old has gone and behold all things are made new
That I will above all else esteem His love for
me, not just what He owns that falls to me
Because this is the only time I ever saw Him
run
When He ran to me
