MYSTERY, BUT WHAT DID IT DO?
MYSTERY, BUT WHAT DID IT DO?
MYSTERY, BUT WHAT DID IT DO?
What are dreams?
The secularists say they are merely from a frame of our subconscious…since I’m trying to think Christianly, I see them as a gift from YOU, LORD.
I was at a birthday party (that I really didn’t have)-it felt like it was now, but had a focus of a warm, but wintry nostalgia.
She gave me pickled peppers (who, I don’t know, but I’m assuming she must have been a close friend) we were all at a park, there was a tattered white stage where we played music and there was gifts and more and I wish I could remember what else happened, I wished I could have stayed (and figure out why I picture a tall man with a curly poof of locks in a long tan band tee)…cut to a scene, at home almost night sitting at a couch I believe with my wife…my father going on about some false belief held by one was alike to the truth that I hold.
We chuckled and chided smiled with shaken heads accepting his routine of conflation…scene 3 in a car, rather long into the winter morn, (I caught you), merging into traffic it was convertible my mother looking back to the right the driver in sight successfully made the turn as her flowing hair it did glide. At a restaurant we catch old friends meet from the past, continuing on as if it wasn’t so long; the leader of the pack, and the one that hit back with his brother mainly likable-aloof.
We walked outside with a pipe after lying to my mom that St. Paul smoked a lot too, stepping through the cold to the show only to find, forgot my coat left behind it and my rock n’ roll guitar.
After us two back we arrived in the car and we all drive being driven by my parents in a van.
Light shown through the windows, but inside, darkness brewed it tried to hide, but it was confronted face to face-it was because of what I said. It was only a mistake. Why did you have to be so subtly cruel (friend to my back n’ right behind the bench) and why didn’t you let him get away with his direction with his face in secrecy (friend on the left)?
Cut to left moving down the street with me (black leather jacket on, the pipe you n’ me). We talked of life choices I’ve made in the recency,” have you thought of me?”, “yes!”, “Have you seen Queen II? It was good.” As we smoked the pipe I wanted them to join us so we walked back in (for the chance of inclusivity), all my friends walked out.
We talked, as I went to light my pipe it broke. The metal hit the ground amongst the crowd that had appeared seemingly from nowhere…
He was our leader that lead us to lead…Once his God given job was done he had left us with no chance to follow any longer.
Fatherless, he fathered us, never sinless yet encouraged us to be courageous, to be men, maybe being the man he wanted his father to be-and he passed that on to us; the gift of being better men-to be there, to encourage…
…through one man’s sin grace abounded, through grace through faith in HIM our sins are forgiven.
