The Journey of a Once a Feeble Mind
If nature is as inevitable as change defines the weather
By same nature’s-fortune decree, my sins cannot define me
I am my Father’s fine-art, perfectly coated to the brim of His brush
As His life-force flow through me, as blood flows throughout my veins
I am as free as how a butterfly conquers the world of its own construction
No man can deceive his own heart for so long that it breaks itself-to-pieces
I’m my Father’s ship; I’m able to roam the sea, to discover the undiscoverable
And to walk the sandstorms of my desert-self, within the lightest-ness of spirit
I’m my Father’s son; I’m ready to hear His voice and to submit to His commands
I’m freedom itself riding the waves unto the end of all of the uncharted-probability
Where knowledge wears the mask of doubters, as to wisdom wears only of the truth
I choose grace for grace sake where truth comes only by the faith of a humbled-heart
So, this is my vessel; my mind is open for the words of God, craving for understanding
Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-12-16
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2016
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