Belief

There's so much more than vanities to listen to.
A whole world of unseen to remember, tend to and live through.
There is hope on a high hill calling promises out of the valleys.
So many ways of life to engage with yet hope only responds to me on one.
So many hearts can tell what's to come yet only few will acknowledge it.
There's so much about God that's believable but only few trust in the fit where this sits.
We wear heavy burdens like fashion but His yoke is light... Here He enlightens mysteries.
There's so much compromise and such unwillingness to be set apart and different when it's here we're free.
So much passion weakened by performance, such loneliness when we were made to appreciate the strength of Body.
Such distance and war between those destined to be networkers and peacemakers.
Ours is a message of deliverance but I only see a portion of us accepting the delivery.
To see this is true.. all you need do is look at me!
I wear Christ on my heart but so much of Him I'd like to think of as a sticker that can be taken off with remnants of who I was made to be.
I believe in the miracles I read about and see but so much about His Spirit I'm afraid to fall on my face and be humbled by as it starts to be seen.
His goodness watered down by oceans but I promise when I'm older I'll turn off the hose of distance and make more of an effort to change... these things take time?
These "things" consist of excuses and fear that would have me believe... my culture is a right of passage that is right for me to receive.
Age included. How many young adults do you see taking themselves too seriously? These years are suppose to be about fun and...easy?
If Christ fits in the routine and façade then welcome is He!
If He wooed us to more than comforts you could find us under the signs that read, "Nah. Not me."
If He blesses us with healing you could find us hanging on to the entertainment that He calls sulking... We just call it identity.
I wonder about the lives we'd live if we trusted in the promises He calls out of valleys on to high hills.
I wonder how else the valleys would change if beacons lived as they were sent to.
His yoke is light... Because mysteries are enlightened.