I just want you to feel, that these words that I speak are real,
Maybe I'm not so authentic, but that doesn't negate that my minds in it,
That my rhymes hit it, that the time is getting
To be the end of all times, to be the final bells and chimes,
When all men learn if they have spines,
See if they've committed crimes,
of the heart...

Feelings?

Sometimes, like today, I feel compelled like the attraction between two giant magnets to just sing intense praise to God and worship Him with abandonment. The problem I face, however, is an inability of sorts to exercise this love. I feel like my soul is "stopped-up." It's like the love and joy is kept from flowing. In me this produces almost a complaining Psalmist effect. I can't praise and so I end up questioning or complaining or petitioning (to make it seem better). This could be just an attitude rather than a mode of my heart or a season of my spirit (though it might be that also as I've been having this routinely during the past 4-5 weeks).

I also love to write...as maybe you can tell (or maybe not). I especially enjoy writing songs and poems. While freestyle rap-rhythmic tendencies pervade what I write in regard to style, my spirit's longing is for whatever I write to be: 1) pleasing to the Lord in content and truth of my own attitude toward Him - if positive and 2) beneficial for outside readers growth in the Spirit and Truth...

That's what I want.
That's what I need to work toward...and you know I can't do it alone.

Correction....more of the Word needs to be in me

I need to be in the Word more.

Lots against

None was worthy by your pen,
Sent back once you’d stole of them,
Sent back once you’d extracted the soul of them,

Vengeance never was my skill,
But be assured, you’ll foot the bill
Of the pain you’ve cost me until
The end of times has been fulfilled,

what?

Rap happens when my mind spills.
The poem emerges when the divine stills
My soul.

Wisdom's attained when my mind's tilled,
Love converges when God ensures my heart is filled
Full.

Unity occurs when the Body is built,
Harmony is had when the self has killed
Its goal,

I sit still in wait for the strength until,
His joy erupts and my spirit's thrilled
To extol

My coming King so adept in skill,
The only one who could ever fulfill
God's role.

Stewarding

I'm up, it's really 5:00am and I'm finishing up a paper....sweetness

I feel great, and I was praying for such. God is faithful in small things like this....sometimes though, it's easy to be ashamed for thanking God for such things as this...it's like a reflection on how small my faith can be....why am I praying for little selfish stuff like this...you know...shouldn't I be praying about His Return...or the comfort for my suffering brethren...man I need to grow up...not that these prayers were bad...they just were tiny...employed little faith...

God bless you, and may we be better stewards with this intensely rich gift of prayer we've been given.