The wealthy place.

There's a wealthy place
There is a place in the spirit
A realm where things dont just drop
But they flood
Where grace dont just flow but falls
Where unction like manna.
There, difficulty becomes easy,
Confusion fades, and gives way ,
mistiness dissolves unto clarity,
Vision becomes clearer,
Mission altogether is fairer,
All your struggle is not really over
But you have come to terms with
It’s in the place called Grace.
Your chase is gone.
Your gaze is over
Your faint gives way to Faith
Your doubts to Grace
Until you reach the place
where all is overcome
by the realization of expectations
This expectation that is unseen,
and so tangibly, intangible
I believe you've come into that place,
when all these things don’t matter anymore.
It is the place called wealthy place.

For the last time!

I'm the epitome of holy misfit.
‘cause I couldn’t fit in,
Not into where I was coming from;
Not into where I was going yet.
I could n’t fit comfortably
into where I am per time.
My heart is always stirring, my spirit yearning .
My mind is continually in motion.
Saying there’s more…
I can only create, and recreate till I die
I am not fulfilled till I see and seek Him.
I can boldly pioneer
Some sort of replica within me!
My soul longs for thee!
Oh! God of the freedom world
from such fanaticism of religion and dogman here.
I am left without afore
I am left an option; but to live
I’m left to die but, yet I’ll reach
and that is to reach for the stars
To gaze till I blink no more
To wait, wail until I see the star!
Until the daystar arise in my heart .
all I’ve is mire, myrrh and mind
all I was told is myth and mirth
All might have gone
but all I am is right here
on the inside of me.
All I have does not matter to me now
all I am is on the line.
I'll yet praise Him, until I see Him.
I’ll yet try and test all these creative things within,
this “creatorial” and creative-oral ability within me.
This what I will yet birth
this "thing" within that is crying to me:
“…for the last time!”

Rejection

Was raised n' named ov'r a dozen
for being a pet to dozen,
of young, or Old,with oxen
twas better than here,in dozen
Could dodge from losing a tunny
a home like this,a dumping,

unsafe, I'd be a grumpy
a trouble across d boarder
a gift to one another
a feud of two with brother
I'd do,i won't,i count as kitten
a cat with no attention,
I'd run away to stable

I'd be a bird on wire
I'd stuck a leg in cager,
for cares n' m're attention
I'd win a favor n' honor
like play, i hung, a plague,
at Findley.