Where I'm From Poem

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

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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