prodigal son

Dearest God,

Fix the hearts 

of the broken 

that play god

through the ungodly hue

of feeding wrong weed seeds

in the rewind of time,

to display the sorrow 

of no tomorrow 

and the decay’s 

of yesterday’s 

to press play in dismay.

Wrong she who

will never be me

fed the dead lead 

of toxicity, to be 

with the he 

God will always say

is for me faithfully, 

because His Stir

is he + He + her.

“Two are better than one; 

because they have a 

good reward for their labour. 

For if they fall, the one will lift 

up his fellow: but woe to him 

that is alone when he falleth; 

for he hath not another 

to help him up. Again, if two 

lie together, then they have heat: 

but how can one 

be warm alone? And if one 

prevail against him, 

two shall withstand him; 

and a threefold cord 

is not quickly broken.”

‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-12‬ ‭KJV‬‬

her is the me

created for this he

to know and grow 

in love from Above 

as three strands 

for His Kingdom Band

withstanding the current scene

of ms. 17 as wrong she

thinking and sinking chaotically.

Robotically losing in the ruse

wrong she refuses to refute 

and salute in the final bow

for God to allow

this he to be set free organically.

No one is bigger 

then the healing trigger 

of Emmanuel: God with us.

Alabama taught me

as the she and her

in God’s Stir

that everything was used 

for the purpose to fuse

the truth in this he

who will always be for me

that he is called 

to conquer this pitfall

by giving his all 

to His Cause 

in his anointing 

of his pastoral calling.

Wrong she is death

so death where is your sting?

Wrong she is called to flee

for all the world to see

that God has the final say

in everything: especially  

the decay’s of our disobeys

no matter the legal scene

or track from manmade attacks.

In fact, God has a plan for

this two strand quicksand too

only God is the hue that’s true. 

“O death, where is thy sting? 

O grave, where is thy victory?”

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭15:55‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Over three hundred and fifty  

five days later, wrong she

is still not greater than the Creator.

Love is biblical 

not fiscal or sexual.

Lust will always combust 

for we are ashes to ashes

and dust to dust. 

Only God calls the shots.

Wrong she cannot 

buy, multiply, or duplicate  

the lane of ordained.

There’s no hesitate to

educate in this space

of disgrace 

wrong she now faces.

If God allowed it, 

there was a deeper purpose,

which is to switch this he

in the gift faithfully

to the Obey in Today

and rise to shine

away from the decay 

of yesterday.

This he is called to be godly

for all humanity to see

in unity maturely, 

because his story

is God’s Glory. 

Thank you King 

for being the Hue of Truth.

Thank you King

for bringing your 

prodigal son home

from the slums of his sins

to see in loving sensitivity 

that lust is combusted rust.

Thank you King

for reaching and teaching 

your prodigal son

that what he wanted 

will never be the see

to what he’s called to need.

Thank you King

for showing and growing 

your prodigal son

that his way is not okay,

and that he wants more 

Your Way. 

Thank you King

for preparing and gearing 

your prodigal son

to rise and shine

in what’s to come.

Thank you King

for making 

wrong she undone.

“It was meet that 

we should make merry, 

and be glad: for this thy 

brother was dead, 

and is alive again; 

and was lost, 

and is found.”

Luke 15:32 KJV

I love you my King.

Love your daughter.

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