Dear, Mr. Christian

i make my prediction that by the end of this reckoning, you’ll stand firm in your conviction,

to make a better decision,

and rise from your current condition,

you’ve fallen from grace,

spat in your Savior’s face,

sinned behind every corner,

and have the nerve to call yourself saved,

you hypo Christian,

practice what you preach,

“children obey your parents”,

that’s what you teach,

but improvement with yours is what you need,

you say everyday’s a new day, 

yet you’re dead unto your old ways,

then cry out to God expecting Him to be your ace, pleading to live, then act as though your soul’s okay,

oh, Mr. Christian,

i pray that you finally see you’re on a mission,

turn away from your life of crime,

letting God take the heart from the place that you have it currently dispositioned,

no more tears, fears, worry, doubt or depressed days,

just total submission,

i pray that you find joy in the fray,

Mr. Christian,

you have yet to break free of those chains that from which you fight alone to be released,

gave up on your liberty, allowing your hope to remain decease,

your Faith ceased, you lay in defeat,

forgetting a life was already paid for the one you’ve wasted,

take a seat Mr. Christian,

class is in session,

grab a pen and paper,

work is not yet done, time for you to learn about intercession,

this is neither brain science nor rocket surgery,

throughout history, you’ve had a tendency to be on either side of the spectrum,

dividing yourself among God and the world, having no real, clear direction,

subtracting your time from the truth and living a lie, adding to your hurt,

from Faith to doubt, you started shifting for focus, slowly losing sight of Him,

the subtle art of your drifting,

Mr. Christian,

you’ve strayed, you’re different, you’ve changed,

a carbon copy of your former self, 

a mere forgery,

you can go ahead and lie to yourself if you’d like, just know i’ll hold in contempt for perjury,

take it from me, Mr. Christian,

i’ve fallen from grace,

i’ve spat in my Savior’s face,

sinned behind every corner,

and have the audacity to call myself saved,

yet, a path He paved, His life He gave,

no longer to sin am i a slave,

dear Mr. Christian,

i made my prediction that by the end of this reckoning, you’d make the right decision,

God is your healer, perfecter of your Faith and your provision,

stay on the mission, no one ever said this would be easy when you yes to it,

but oh what the fight will be worth when the mission is completed and we are receivers of Heaven’s benefits.

sincerely yours,

you.

#wordsbyjoshy