City Life

Got to get out of the city
Girls getting to pretty for
Its lights, and its hype, and
Its pages that are written,
I am in the building and its
Structure, I am the future,
I am the rock He will build on,
I am craving silence, I am thirsty
For noise, I am easily satisfied,
Easily distracted, easily redacted
And snapped like a twig,
I am the bruised reed that
He will not break, I am the smoke
To my own flame, for the world’s
Water has quenched this love,
Nothing shall separate,
Not even my own principalities,
My own priorities,
My own proclivities
To live like myself,
To put love up on the
Shelf, to die and live
In this city, for it conforms
Me, it calls to me, brokenness
Exists outside the walls I have
Been most comfortable in

Storm In Me

Storms ahead and thinking of my response to the madness. Giving credit to the song Vice Verses by Switchfoot in the line ‘city life, city lights.’ I think that song emphasizes questioning God’s actions but surrendering at the end of the day.

Johnson ruled the eighties

Jordan ruled the nineties

Now who is left to rule me?

Who is left to conform me?

The storm comes, who speaks—who sits, who repeats what will bring division

And what will make a storm-

Counsel he says

Do you have it?

A foundation he says is it under you

Do you have a clue what you have built?

Or have you built something else?

Can you love and stay in that love?

Can you leave behind cultural apprehensions?

Can you stay in the tensions of wrath and mercy

Can you hear the voices out of these winds, these

Torrential downpours—can you see God in the city lights,

In the city life where you once lived, where you still want to

Be? Can you stop pointing now at all those that need judgment

Can you point at yourself and ask for mercy