It started as something sweet, then I just couldn’t help myself.
All in Nonsense
Feels like taking the Lord’s name in vain to use his authority to crusade against a fake rabbit, no?
I had a lot of time to think about tithing, and I realized I only know how little I know.
There are lots of ways to sound your trumpet in the street.
The spark of the divine might’ve been in the meetings, but it certainly wasn’t in me.
Someone was talking about seeing the Hand of God in her life, but this was all I could think about.
My advocate feels like a conflict of interest, but what are the alternatives?
I got the sense the adjectives the person was using weren’t for the glory of God. Maybe I’m the broken one.
This poems is a response to me wife who responded to me responding to someone else who was speaking at church.