I dont know if anybody actually reads this stuff, but I thought I would throw one on here and see if I can evoke a response... so here it is:

This poem is for you,

Like everything else I should do.

For you,

By you,

To you,

About you,

With you,

In you,

From you,

Around you,

In spite of all I do,

You still never look a fool,

And you still chose to use me as a tool,

Even though I can’t seem to follow even the simple rules,

All due to this thing with my flesh inside of me, this dual.

When I think of what you did on the cross, how can my flesh be so cruel?

But still it is,

Despite all your wiz.

Are my rhymes so fake,

That they only last as long as a cake bakes?

For you, would I really go to the stake?

Do I really have what it takes?

Or like what I constantly see,

In this world that surrounds me,

This place that is chained to sin without a key,

This place that lacks any sense of purity,

This world that wants to kill me,

Am I a sell out who defames your name?

Do I claim you but won’t even accept my own blame?

Do I seem to think I have something of my own to claim?

Like I came on the scene with or with out you all the same?

I’m switching my audience Lord to try to spread your name.

Dude this rhyme might sound lame,

But you better make sure He knows your name.

In His word He makes it clear that He knows some but not all,

That some will die forever due the fall,

So for me I want to seek truth to know where to crawl,

Or whose name upon I will need to call.

You see, if God is real,

Is he not capable of leaving His own seal?

Or even though He created us is He too weak to make any deal?

Or maybe you believe in the one who doesn’t even feel,

He just lords over watching us rape and steal,

That He must not care about our next meal,

Man I have heard these things before, these statements are real.

But not founded on truth,

Something that would make you want to sit with God in a booth.

Do you care?

About where?

Or who or what or when?

Is there really any Heaven?

Why don’t you ask?

Why do you live in your false world behind a fake mask?

Why do you lie and cheat in class,

And then kiss the teacher’s @$$?

Where is your integrity today?

You sure fronted like you had it yesterday,

Oh, but that was when church was on display,

When in front of your Bible study sin is not okay,

But who cares when it comes to your benefit,

All your success is based on a false world’s load of,

Sit,

Down,

Look at the truth and not the ground.

Your sure know how to frown,

When you don’t get your way,

But when sin comes inside you look way.

Your front likes it is the merry month of May,

When you have not seen the living word in several days,

And you don’t care.

Integrity is not in your spirit anywhere.

Truth is true because it’s true,

Not because of what it can do for you.

Your ideals are great,

They make the perfect bait,

To suck people just like me in,

To a life that justifies sin,

When you and your teachings need to follow Daniel into the den,

And we will see who walks out,

In the morning for whom the Lord shut the lion’s mouth.

Are you confident?

Ignoring truth and sucking on a mint,

Or comfortable?

You make me think of Cain and Able.

Or some wack dude that would kill a kid in a cradle.

That’s right I said it,

Cause that book the Bible, I read it.

It warned me about you and your life I am now loathing,

You are nothing but wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Why do I constantly refer to this book called the Bible?

Why do I think it so reliable?

Well my man, the proof is undeniable.

Look at my life.

Like I had surgery without a single knife,

I went from death to life,

All cause Christ took with His blood all God’s strife.

I followed the teachings in that book,

And for five years I have lived life that gets second looks,

It catches attention like fishing hooks.

Not that I am perfect,

But His blood gives me confidence without defect.

So why don’t you direct,

Your attention to the call of His elect?

Elect is a term relating to predestination,

It will cause you to study entire civilizations,

And your current destination.

This bring us back to the original question,

What is your true destination?

I can’t convince you of truth and deception,

But hopefully I can help you with one misconception,

That Christians look like the Jews during deportation.

Sad and lost,

Destroyed and defeated,

Beat with all their pride seated.

A Christian does not look or act weak,

He knows when and where to speak,

And it is more than just being meek.

He actually has Christ alive inside of him,

The same guy that walked on water and didn’t need to swim.

Do you claim He is alive inside of you?

Is that really true?

Do you pick and choose what you wish?

And try to clean off the rest like a dirty dish?

Truth is true because it is true,

Not because of what it can do for you.

I am not sorry if I have offended you,

As a matter of fact I hope and intend to,

Then maybe you can get free like a lion from the zoo.

But if you like being one of satan’s pawns,

From this day until tomorrow maybe dawns,

If you like acting like you are smart enough to pick and choose about God,

What must in your mind be true versus what has been true all along,

If you think we all pray to one God the same,

That allah and Jesus are just different names,

That maybe we are just stuck here in a similar game,

That no one is really going to have to answer for their decision and take on blame,

Or if you just don’t care because you think that you are just too smart,

That your reason and your logic should be the foundation of the new right start,

That your thoughts and ideals resemble theological art,

Then I think you ought to go to Wal-Mart,

Study the people and try to grow a heart.

Who has compassion?

Let Him seek out truth.

Not just champion his own false cause like the assassin called Boothe,

But make the most of his youth,

Or simply study the character of God in the book of Ruth.

You see my friend I just want for you and me both truth.

Can you look at yourself in the face at night,

And go to bed without a single fright,

That that maybe there is a wrong and a right,

Maybe there is darkness and true light.

Whatever your answer or previous disposition,

Regardless of how much you hate me or my previous decisions,

Here to you is my mission,

Seek and find the truth,

Then lay firmly in the honest base of your decision,

Don’t go to the end prayin’ and wishin’,

You just had one more chance,

Cause in Hell, the devil don’t like to dance.