I hate that it seems
Jesus is my thing
As if others are exempt
From the call.

Would that His spirit
Shine through what I say & do
Til His person hood
Speaks to all.

Til there’s no mistake
That I’m not a fake
But sincerely His
Heart and soul.

Would that I not be seen
As a devotee to a thing
Or a needy one
Who’s found a crutch.

I want to reflect
Who I am beneath
The outer shell
Of perishable dust.



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