3/10 Poem: March Heir

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It may seem I’m mad just to dare it
Yet this world I’m called to inherit
Not by the strength of my arm
But making myself open to harm

3/5 Poem: Building Trust (Towering Loss)

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Lord, though we’re made from the dust
We long to build towers of trust
A shelter from all earthly storms
A safe place to play with new forms

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[Upon reflection, I fear this is about our church. All of them.]

I am part of an ethnic enclave in a big city.

In many ways, it is exemplary.
The streets are safe.
The children are happy.
The community is unified.

But I discover this comes with a price.

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[A clearer but harder path forward]

In Loving Memory of Lonnie Frisbee

When I want revival to flower
My instinct is to come with power
Reveal hidden truth
To lonely lost youth
So on them God’s blessings I shower

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It’s hard enough
Being baptized by water
Confessing I didn’t
Do what I oughter

The baptism of fire’s
A whole ‘nother level
Reforged and refined
To burn out the devil

Only a passion
For union with you
Could make such extremis
A sane thing to do

Today I will conquer through the flames

“He will submerge you into union with the Spirit of Holiness and with a raging fire!”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭3‬:‭11‬c ‭TPT‬‬

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#FearOfIntimacy

The reason I fear empathy
Is that seeing “You” will lose “Me”
Just like my Self will erase
If I stare God in the face

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The point of marriage, it seems to me
Is that we mirror the Trinity