If don’t choose God 
Just shoot me up 
Lately I feared my faith 
I’d probably get dumped 
Because I’m biting my tongue 
With a life now confiscated 
If you ever show up 
I just wanna give blessing  
This time was precious 
Made my choice 
But my life was missing 
In your frail perception 

I’m in no rush to save a life 
It’ll be there 
Right there 
Just so happens you’re appointed 
For some time where 
You can stop and figure out 
The ones you have to live without 
Jesus makes memorial 
Of memories a minute loud
And where they are well 
No one knows 
A love I tend to dream about 
So much that I build a holy home 
With precious stone 
That’s fairly small
So god is sure to overflow it 

World inside your head 
In a way I see it clearly 
How we tower over them 
When they don’t even hear me 
Didn’t wanna hurt nobody 
Tried to make him kill me 
It’s just the wind though 
So keep me by the window 

Jesus you 
Swell my bedsheets 
I Bleed that I may know me 
This seat I take for my comfort 
Made to usurp 
How the Devil made peace with you 
And the family makes my mentions 
Crucified Christ 
So I’m upside down right now 
Maybe one day his sons 
Learn to look in my eyes 
Recognize they aren’t proud right now 

Ice on my wrist 
But it’s not the kind you know 
Ice on my wrist 
But it’s not the way I dreamed 
I see silence 
As a presence grew well known 
Mercy violence 
God suffer me in ease 

I want you here with me 
Heaven don’t wait for no one 
Although you wait me 
Pray so hard 
I’m weak for peace 

Devil may try to get back yuh 
Demons ain’t like my mental 
Maybe that spirit we lack 
I 
Crave a fat food like rental 
Gotta find my own way back 
Cleaning out death like dental 
Shawty I don’t tolerate shots 
Jah my scent like stencil yuh

YOU WAIT FOR ME

✝️______________✝️

Back then it was not time to read the gnostics. 
Now I am allowed to read the gnostics.

Bishop Irenaeus, after charging that the many Christians among his congregations in rural Gaul (present-day France) who treasured such writings were actually “heretics,” went on to insist that of the dozens of gospels revered by various Christians only four are genuine. And these four, Irenaeus declares, are the gospels now included in the New Testament, called by the names of Jesus’s followers—Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. All the rest are illegitimate, because, he says, “there cannot be more than four gospels, nor fewer.”16 Why not? Irenaeus explains that just as there are four corners of the universe and four principal winds, so there can be only four gospels—which he seems to take as a kind of scientific explanation. To those who would ask, “Why these four?” Irenaeus declares that only these are written by eyewitnesses of the events they describe—Jesus’s disciples Matthew and John, or disciples of these disciples like Luke and Mark.

4/14/25 

Were the wings even mine? 
was I the force that was ascending unto heaven? 
Who am I to be given these things 
And claim that it is I who makes it so?
Not to mention my apathy for those who suffered an oppositely sensible awakening
God was fed up with me perhaps 
And spit me out. 
Yet with some odd sense of care and calm 
I only fell as far as earth 
Landing on green grass 
With others who descended to earth 
On a playground… 
Walking about 
At that time I was thankful for my life 
and moved away from the place with purpose 
But I heavily regret revisiting my memory  
For what I as a person 
Had missed out on 
The grace in this was 
That the world had remained in a way that I could not understand 
Whether it be partially destroyed by nuclear affair 
Or reformed 
Back to the world was I spared 
But as I experience it here 
I desire more to be spared from it  
I was so close. 
Always so close. 
That this spiritual pattern 
My finally break itself in my heart 
I can only pray. 
I phase to whispers of things 
Like a building in white 
With Jesus in intelligible font 
Written on its wall as if it were part of a Bible 
 And then upon the building, a 4. 
A number 4 began to create on the side of the building in which I viewed 
Written in rainbows.

My faith: 
God is behind whatever is hidden and whatever is made plain, and in human error God functions through authority, and is infinitely complete 
Everything I learn from this, I shoulder the burden 
And speak not of it promotionally
For God saw it was good to be.


-Excerpt of the prayer of the Apostle Paul-

Grant me your [mercy].
 [My] Redeemer, redeem me, for [I am] yours; 
I have come from [you]. 
You are [my] mind: 
bring me forth. 
You are my treasury: 
open for me. 
You [are] my fullness:3 
accept me. 
You are <my> rest:4 
give me incomprehensible perfection. 
I call upon you, 
you who exist and preexisted, 
in the name exalted above every name,5 
through Jesus Christ, [Lord] of lords, 
King of the eternal realms.6 
Give me your gifts, with no regret, through the Son of Humanity,7 
the Spirit, the Advocate8
 of [truth]. 
Give me authority, [I] ask of you, give [healing]9 
for my body, since I ask you through the preacher of the gospel,10 
and redeem my eternal enlightened soul and my spirit, and disclose to my mind the firstborn of the fullness of grace. 
Grant what eyes of angels have not [seen], what ears of rulers have not heard, and what has not arisen in the human heart,11 
which became angelic, 
made in the image of the animate God12 
when it was formed in the beginning. 
I have faith and hope
(…)

Why did Jesus call Peter Satan momentarily? 
Because he is the embodiment of flesh, spirit of its needs.

YOU WAIT FOR ME

STRAY