FOUND FILTHY

Preface:

It is very easy to get caught up in the daily routines and forget what it’s like to live a little. I recently had the opportunity to visit Ole Kasasi.

This is partly inspired by everything I took in. But it only crystallised when I sat quietly.

Preface II:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but with God, everything you behold IS His beauty.

Making my life count for God’s fame and renown…

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He desires a lifestyle that brings nothing but glory to Him,

His name is Elohim,

And I’m just another man,

A son of Adam.

He knows I have nothing to offer,

His renown should be all I’m after.

His fame should be my purpose,

My life His resource.

A light for this generation,

Inadequate and insecure…

That’s an accurate self-description.

Plagued by doubt,

Chasing my tail as if it can tell me what I’m about.

Unsettled by inactivity,

My faith a tiny ray,

Through an even tinier cavity.

Lord, are You there?

And do You hear?

I can’t seem to tune in...

Interference when I listen in...

It’s all static!

In fact it

Feels like I don’t have the frequency.

[Or is it me?]

I rack my brain,

Searching for truths about You.

You don’t expect me to know it all,

For I wouldn’t trust You for it all.

In my emptiness,

This vessel can only be filled by Your fragrance,

Your freshness.

How?

Through time spent with You

A cool hill top breeze.

But why?

[Pause]

And now I get it...

All You ever wanted,

Was time spent with me…

Yes…time spent with me…

…Me?

[eyes water]

I don’t think You get it…

Why me?

... so filthy…

A floor rug that You embrace to Your face.

Do you get it?