Worldly cares, sorted affairs, deep seated hues of purple and black.  The words you cannot take back once inclined upon attack, regrets and over shares.  Whispering names written up the arm and thigh of his gown, throwing down my crown, shouting praise with no more tears.  Through years of fears and water we’ve waded and waited to become belief beyond elated.  Fated to fight the night with might and sight, yearning while discerning, claiming victory, a convict of glory, held by chains of majesty and hope.  In love with the dove anointing the lamb’s bright glow, too young to know too old to grow, adept with seed and hoe.  No fear of where we might not go, tucked inside the palm of the Great I AM.

There is no other place for me but with God.  There is no hope but His plan.  For millennia we have held tightly to unsubstantiated insistence that somehow man will somehow manage to free himself from the strangling snares of sin and death.  When does a man let go of childish perspective and accept truth, life and accountability.  If there were some reasoning that made sense or some evidence of the things to which you cling I would humor you for a moment to make a plausible argument.  There is no bolder for your handhold, no footing for your purchase, only cloud and dust and wind.  Why does it worry you so to be a slave to righteousness.  Does it consume veraciously as does the insatiable maw of sin?  Will a call to goodness, purity, kindness, joy, humility and patience demand of you the price of your good freedom?  Does the lie burn so bright within your mind that you cannot see straight enough to wander from the blazing inferno that awaits?  God Loves and waits, you spurn Him, he loves and waits, you run from Him, He follows and waits, you sin against Him, He waits in love to forgive.

He is the culmination of all pursuits that are worthy of commitment.  He is that light at the end of the tunnel and the wind at your back pushing you onward when darkness threatens your constitution and thirst blanches your throat.  There is none like God.  Worthy of all praise.  Jesus Christ the King.