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poem · nov 2019

convicted

across counties and states and on a regular basis robed in black with a gavel yet we hide our faces.

“swipe left” then “swipe right” makin’ judgments too quickly. the accused has no defense decisions made inadequately.

who made you the judge of who is and who is not? it’s ok to have opinions but those are your thoughts

“she’s hot, he’s cute he’s ugly, she’s dumb” if we’re all to be teammates why we playin’ one v. one?

the world’s quickly become “double tapped” and “retweeted” we’re so loved by our God, but scrolling's left us depleted

of His care and affection that He shows through His Son Jesus died a sinner’s death without committing a single one.

so i vote we let the judge be the one wearing His robe clothed in righteousness, perfection and sitting on His throne.

Rests a crown atop His head and another in His hand. reaching He welcomes her, him, and me into His promised land.

previousthe goodness of Godnext my ambition