untitled poem

Christ receives me, catches the ball

I fall

tumbling end over end

I remind myself of this

it columns the fear

dear of disobedience

dear of large acts of faith

fear of joy

fear of change

fear of loss

I am in his hands. Faith early

Faith is wings unfurling

stepping off a cliff

waiting for the wind to catch you

poem

I seek the truth when ever I can,

wherever that may lead.

I have found him and he has a name:

CHRIST

I am victorious through him,

against this evils of the world. Through him I am strong

through him I am alive

through him I am free busted out of chains.

Through him I am free of condemnation,

the mire holds me no longer.