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 together, 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.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet