Saturday, February 11, 2012

His


His sovereign word plays melodies in my mind
His timing plays the percussions
My testimony sings background


His will tickles my concerns, forcing them to dive into His joy
His peace hugs my rejection
His promises ease my trafficking thoughts


His mercy is a retardant for what I truly deserve
His grace cushions my falls
His love consumes my failures


Blessings attack like white blood cells
His presents is evident like radio waves

He moves like matter, necessary like protons need neutrons to create nucleus


He matters like character needs DNA
He’s so phenomenal, He can spin earths axis, while tapping into the smallest corners of our hearts simultaneously
He’s so close, if He blinked too hard, it’d probably shift our mortal seasons of time into a small ball of dust, just dwindling in the hallways of eternity