Man was not meant to live alone
And Christ challenges us to get a long
As we walk down the lonely road,
Always seeking to go the extra mile,
After confrontation, forgive
In brotherhood, to live.
Christ had his 12 and then left us to ourselves,
Plus one guaranteed friend in him, then
My two feet found a beat and a path
And my faith found some comrades
A few interested in unconventional warfare, believing fully in the commission to “GO THERE”
Go hard or go home for the news that was never blue
And they have some lives on their hands, that’s true
Standing, covered in blood, drenched and sweating a sweet scent
Something that reeked from their pores
As their heart pours over line after line, word after word
Hanging on to it like a worm on the end of a string
Following the baiting
They uncovered deep spiritual truths,
And when they open their mouth they rip these facts;
Being affiliated with the likes of these costs a price.
I often wondered what it was like to be around Peter, Mary or Paul
Ministers who gave their all, for the gospel;
What were the affiliated like?
Eager to hear, slow to listen and never action driven, or,
Motivated to do more by their insight and wisdom?
Well one friend, she could be Mary, and my boy Paul
Not that their super Christians, not at all
But the fire that I feel in me and blinding light reflecting from their selves
Cloaks my person in humbleness and humility.
My feet and their beat, started to slow down
Weary soldier or distracted warrior, we’ll never know;
But Mary and Paul likely helped plenty of people not stumble or prevented a fall.
Darting between glances of the religious they chased the base of the fuss
Not parting the intent from the thought, rather discerning the fact from reality;
Likely didn’t leave the person wondering “what now happens to me?”
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