I am a Jesus person. I love Jesus, yes I do. Why me? Why He decided to pluck me out of the pit of hell I can’t answer but He did. Once I hopped on the slippery slide of drugs and went spiraling down into darkness I slid to a point where I could no longer find myself…I lost all focus…shame and pain became my constant companions running me around in circles …delusional behavior was about to zap me right into the arms of the grim reaper. Then I met Jesus…yes that’s what I said…I met Jesus…a light to lead me away from self annihilation…a light to free my mind from an incarcerated state of being and to once again be filled with hopes and dreams…a light to fill my heart with peace and love…a light…a gift from the Father above…
Jesus is now my high. When I call on Him I can feel His power rising from the depths of my soul, transfusing my blood racing through my veins with joy, energizing my muscles, infusing my mind with peace as I soar through the heavens flying high with the angels reaching out to touch the sky knowing that all is well…like I said, Jesus is now my high.
I know that I know that I know that God is…and if you know that you know that you know that He isn’t then you’re right for you God does not exist and that’s alright. But as for me I’ve stood at the rim of the Grand Canyon looking down into its painted abyss while the walls shouted out to me “I am…that I am…that I am…I’ve sat at the foot of the snow covered Chugach Mountains in the Alaskan wilderness as floating flute like tones sang Thank You Lord and I basked in His wondrous glory…my heart rises and sets with the sun as it colors my essence with it’s fiery brilliance emanating hues of oranges and pinks and purples…yes like I said I’m crazy for Jesus!
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