LifeA Poem by Apollos“Every man dies but not every man lives.”
I’d like a wife so I can make a life.
A thought I’ve had just like my Dad foreknowing me. He knows my name. He knew I was going to be apart of His Work of Art expressing His heart to those in the dark. Broken lies leading to our demise. Not trusting we would die. I found The Plan wasn’t written on the back of Drake’s hand. Job was focused on the outward motion. Sometimes I find myself consumed with the same dysfunction. Am I what I feel or is it really about the consumption? Excuses, excuses they have no uses. I went to talk to a Buddhist and he said I was clueless. But turns out I was shoeless so I started to think I was a Dualist. If it’s Me, Myself, & I then why I do feel paralyzed? If I’m living then why am I scared to die? How can I say It is Well with my soul when You are not the One who is in control? Father, I feel no malice when You fill up my chalice. Lobotomy to my autonomy. Drained from the pain of puffing up my own fame. How lame... Why pay for a game you already played? Pick up your mat and let’s go raise a Lazarus. Pearl of Great Price we just won the lotto. 10 Mina’s and I still want to borrow. 100 Fold Ministry on this Fertile Soil as I lead those who want to follow. © 2019 ApollosAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 6, 2019 Last Updated on December 7, 2019 Tags: Life, Drake, Job, Buddhist, Dualist, It Is Well, Lazarus, Pearl of Great Price, Mina, Fertile Soil AuthorApollosLubbock, TXAboutIn Christ I’m a Nerd-Jock-Poet-Zealot. I desire for others to find their unique identity in Jesus. more..Writing
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