DeepWaters

They come as light, ever shining bright. They make you want to come alive. They are like water bubbles in sight. Igniting the flow seen in hives. Their words flow like running rivers. Their discourse never cease like snow, or run out like arrows in the quiver. For a second, they are cheesed off, ignoring what pissed them off, cause they move with the tide, paddling hard on the side. They walk tall, with looks quite bossy. They best define flurry. Never a dull moment with their paddies. So great at embarrassing. Should you ever tell them a secret. be ready to pay the levy, for they are like flowing water coming down from the mountain. Like baskets that can't hold water. They can love to the fullest. In devotion the strongest. Their strength is not limited Orators among the dictators. They go with facts and hardly slack.

Held in the valley of volition, The multitude that lacked discretion. Drunk under the influence of deception, Made the decision out of discombobulation. Barabbas, the son of Abbas; His name says, he is the son of the father. The people had their druthers, Yes, the criminal standing close to the father. The cross in the middle, awaits the one chosen by the people; Its job was to hold darkness, But what it saw coming was brightness. What druthers should we have over Jesus? The one who came, remained focus to save us. Is it Barabbas that once used us? Wrong decision in death could have us.

Confined to a point of no relief. Pinned down by shackles piloting grief. Blinded by the shadows of disbelief. staged in a position where the knee embraces the ribs. Paralyzed by fear of the unknown, they remain in their comfort zone. Deprived of the joy that is untold, not knowing they live in a war zone. Restricted to their distress cage, not long they begin to age. awakened by their wage, their feet shocks with rage. Be not accustomed to a certain place. for there lies ahead a land of grace. Run from the cage to prevent a graze. Then shocking feet won't come to place.

When the evening and morning, were the sixth day, To them He gave His blessing. Let them multiply all the way. They were male and female, made to click and relate. They were given the ticket to mate, and a power to procreate Down the lineage of imperfection, occurred a great mutation, skinning the land of its reputation, destroying the power of procreation Once destroyed with fire, she still wore her precedent attire. Worked through a chain of sire. To prevail and establish her desire. This man-made desideration, is a subject underconsideration. But God had longed made the decision, One man, one woman for aeons.

The cry goes out! Hear me! hear my words! But men still search hard, with metal shields and swords, in the jungle of asperity, the secret of longetivity. Their words of acrimony, has bought bitterness to amity. Many can't live in harmony, they fail to work in unity. There exist no real camaraderie. Their emptiness leaves them lingering One more precious than rubies, in her hand hold sway, on the left, honour and riches, in her right hand length of days, for the man who remembered the laws, and kept the commandments he saw. The man who has learnt not to be wise, in his own eyes, to honor God with his substance, to do good at when due, to love the brother in the hood, without fear would snooze. For he has kept wisdom, it is life to his soul. He has found freedom, he walks around...

If I say God doesn't exist, what do I say about gravity? If I say God is a chancer, what do I say about Satan's villainy? If I say God is mute, have I thought of my ears being waxy? If I say God hides behind the clouds, have I thought of man-made works causing obscurity? If I say God inflicts sufferings, have I thought of His Son's poignancy? If I say God has no power, have I thought of my breathing faculty? If I say He's just ordinary, let me try to breathe life into a dummy. If I say He doesn't see me, let me plant a seed in secret and wait for corollary If I say He doesn't hear me, let me wait for Him to answer my query. If I say He can't fight for me, let me throw to Him my adversity. If I say Be doesn't love me, let me think of how His son came as an helpless baby If I say He's never coming back, let me think of why He first left His glory. Let me think of the cost. Is it all in vain? No one can estim...

Yes! A good doctrine. From wisdom comes understanding. Receive the father's sayings, Without them we quench, decaying. For life; keep His commandments. For preservation; Grab wisdom and love her. For promotion; exalt her. For honour; embrace her. You will run without stumbling. You will walk without straitening. The paths you take will keep shinning, when you attend to know understanding. keep your heart with diligence. Ponder the path of your feet. Keep your eyelids straight. Froward mouth and perverse lips abdicate. Do not look away, for there awaits an ornament of grace, together with a crown of glory, all for the child that hears.