Here

A Poem by Apollos

Ready to move on.

From the clay Yeshu created.
Sometimes this image I forsake it.
Feeling confused so I blame You.
Rather learn than experience You.

Is my love willing or am I forced because it’s true?
Do I serve You because I believe I should be abused?
I’m right Here waiting.
Contemplating all the sin I’ve been entertaining.

Complaining over my delights constraining.
Mindset shifting to and fro.
Stuck in complacency.
Refusing to be bold.

I just wanna know, how should I pastor my soul?
A man consumed with pleasures is not driven by goals.
Focused on me so now I’m feeling worthless.
Let’s bring these fears to the surface.

When my mind goes sublime my soul is dying.
The Spirit testifying that His will is satisfying.
Here I Am as a man fed up with defying.
Silent as a Lamb so I could roar as a Lion.

His desires are greater in my heart.
His presence I will not depart.
Experiencing His love is the spark.
Move away from Here so I can start.