Exquisite

God is good.

But man isn’t.

And once we get it
Through our thick skulls,
We can then realize that He truly is exquisite.

He is.

He is magnificent.
Exponentially triumphant.
He is splendid.
Spectacular and impressive.
Strikingly glorious.
Gorgeously brilliant.

The list is infinite.

And even still, there are no words that can fully
Capture His essence.

He is all that and a bag of Sun Chips.

Yet,
We’ve played the gods of our own covenants.
We’ve screwed up the whole equation
And man has the audacity to blame His commitment.
We’ve pawned off imperfection for a prostituted
One night stand of a doctrine.

Listen,
We’re divided on the issues of women,
Whether or not the Holy Spirit is still active,
Hell, we’re even torn between the issue
Of post tribulation and pre-trib.

It’s hysterically ridiculous.

We’ve taken matters into our own hands
All in the name of religion.
We think benevolence is good just because
We tag on the name, “Christian.”
All the while, Christ left His imprint,
Stained and splattered at His crucifixion.
For us.

He showed the Way, the Truth and the Life
In the midst of our wickedness.
He is the same, yesterday, today and forever
He is eternally consistent.

He visited the temple, but was always among the citizens,
Embracing prostitutes, sinners and depraved men.

And that was His life,
Constantly breathing vitality into humanity’s organs.

Pulsating.

Effortless.

We are the apples of His eyes and we will never be abandoned,
Or forsaken
Or left alone for the wolves enjoyment.
We are the heirs of His eternal inheritance,
And all we have to do is embrace Him.

No signing on the dotted lines
Or making a down payment.
There’s no need for a co-signer
Cause He’s already signed His life
With His blood stained appendages.
His all-powerful omnipotence.
His contagious devotion to our sinful deliverance.

He gave up His seat to dwell with His children.
He denied Himself comfort, security and riches.
He stared death in the face and
Laughed all the way back into heaven.

He secured our position and
Paved the way for salvation.
Humbled Himself for man’s eternal destination.

God is calling His people back into relation.
Once severed, now reconditioned.
Misguided, now realigned with
Purpose, desire and compassion.

We wanted to be gods of our own Eden.
Prematurely plucked fruits of deception.
We convinced ourselves that we were creators
And not creation.

Yes.

We unraveled the spools of redemption.

Yes.

We downgraded the meaning of perfection.

And yes.

We initiated our own assassination…

…But yes.
For the love of His eminence, yes!

He wouldn’t let that happen.
He wouldn’t allow victory for satan and his henchmen.
He wouldn’t bow down for bread and recognition.
He came to our rescue and reinstated our existence.
He spoke life, came to be and, now, spiritually guides
Humanity throughout time’s duration.

He is.

He is Elohim
Adonai and our advocate.
El Shaddai
Jehovah Jireh
And the Horn of Salvation.
He is Father, Son and Spirit.

He is infinite.

And for this.

He truly is
Exquisite.

God Divine?!

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the intravenous drip into my religious ideology.
The world’s theology condoning spiritual apathy.
My faith begins to atrophy.

Believing in God, but living like there is no He.
Lower casing his divine and dividing the trinity.

We…

…justify the Man as less than celestial and wonder why He’s an absentee.
Our prayers are thrown like hail Mary’s to the Father’s gridiron boundary.
We’ve resolved the Holy Spirit as childish fantasy.

Christian Atheism is common place in circles of ecclesial communities.

Christianity is what we do and not what we’re supposed to be.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from countless unanswered prayers.
Requests are like skip vinyls on God’s 45 players.
Running from truth, so I pile on layers and layers

Of obscure scriptural interpretations.
Conclude that divination is my own understanding and exposition.
Thereof.

When are we gonna stop playing gods, while blaming the God of creation?
For every willing nation, ironically, His Majesty embraces palpitations
In place of our hesitations.

Jump in the car and let God take you somewhere.
Anywhere.
Anywhere but here.
Here is the intersection of godlessness and self loathing arrogance.
Steering in the wrong direction we run over emergency cones and spike strips.

Emergence in the dead of night, He departed glory and stepped into humanity.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the multitude of icy blank stares,
Yet they were unaware of His redeeming affair.
His glare brightened darkness’ grip and dissolved our despair.

On the cross absorbing spits and insults with no questions asked.
Clasped His wrists on top of the splinter ridden branch.
He is the Tree of Life with streams flowing past our own demise and…

…He took His last breath while time stood still.
He revealed His Glory and all prophecies fulfilled.
We tried to trample over His humility, so His truth concealed.

But it didn’t work.

The Great I Am jammed grace into the lungs of death.
Left perplexed, evil scattered as far as the sun’s rest,
Buried in the Pacific’s oceanic depths.

Crippled.

Alone.

Cold from the blow of defeat.
Inhales are louder than frantic pitter pattering feet.
Racing elsewhere and back over blood stained streets.

Dissolution lie destitute and abandoned.
No remorse for its lies and shenanigans.

Defeated.

God victorious.

Creation rescued.

Healed.

Glorious.

Redeemed.