When

When life cuts

and grazes, I

bleed poetry.

Hand Over The Pen

I bow to Alpha and Omega.

The Author and Finisher.

The Infinite Treasure. The

source of Living Water.

When i haven't got it tog-

ether, I hang my flesh out

to dry on a coat hanger.

I open that book and  

feed on the Living

Bread - the Truth will

smack you in the face

like a hammer.

God loves a trier.

Like the blaze of a fire -

Let the toxic go up

in smoke. It's time to 

expose the crime

like Different Strokes.

Drop the facade. 

That will leave you

hiding behind scars 

in the dark. It's time

to raise the bar above

the stars where the

King dwells.

More than the sun,

His promise to raise

you higher than deep

waters will never falter...

remember, He defines

the chapters. If the

pages are overwritten,

hand over the pen and

keys...it's time to bend

your knee.

Living Bread

Verse of the poem:

John 6

35: Jesus answered, "I am the

bread of life. Whoever comes

to Me will never hunger, and

whoever believes in Me will

never thirst."