Behold the Doule
Where I’m from
3/19/2016
I’m from the mind of Him, who is great
The echo of His love, where righteousness is breath
And holiness and goodness, eat at the same table
I’m from the shouts of praise, sitting on the seat of laughter
With others who share His story, history
I’m from boldness and strength, that’s been given to me, as a gift
From hymns of death, blood, and torture
That produced life, grace, and mercy
I’m from rainy weather and cold winds
That like to hug me, every time I walk outside
From the shivering cold and long walks at night
From 100 books open at one time
As the hail taps my window to come in
From deep thoughts, that give me the same enjoyment as songs
From crazy sibling to wonderful parents
I’m from sad moments and happy times
Where misery and blissful collide
Yes, I’m from the cross
I plant my roots in wisdom and produce knowledge
I gather from Christ, my life
From Proverbs 9:10, to be precise
I’m from my Black-American people
From my skin, I mean my sin
No
I am from people, from everyone
From a world, in need of grace
I am from salvation
From a new race, a new breed
Where all members exist and live, in One
I am from a temple that’s old
From a worldview that dying
In fact, I have to call a funeral director
I am from a Rock
I am a mountain
I mean, I lean on Rock
And dwell in a mountain
Psalm 11.
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