Abstract: Desire of A Committed Heart

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I do not want to be great.

Donut be grate.

Donna be grayte.

Doena be gRRRRATE!

Yes I do.

I wanna play with angels and ride holy lions,

smoke the Jesus pipe and lay hands on the sick,

to see them recover.

I wanna steal slaves from the slave master,

lead them through the swamps of death,

onward to God’s Gloryland.

I wanna defy logic and breath fire,

soak in His kindness,

so when I stagger into a room,

It melts under His love.

I want atheists to KNOW!

To be shook to their core,

Jesus is real.

Religion is shit,

and church is a mess,

But Jesus? He’s real.

If my politics, intellect or style,

prevents me from all this,

strip me now Lord.

No knowledge is worth holding,

no experience worthy of loving,

than to know and experience Your covering.

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