Purpose: Rambling

So maybe this blog won't be mostly finished poems, but that's okay. I like the rambling ones just as much as the finished ones anyway.

I have never felt more free

Than when my mind is not on my problems

But on the words of a song

My body moving to the beat effortlessly

And I have never felt more me

Than when I am deep in worship

Hands raised, eyes closed

Focused not on myself

But on the one who created all things

And I have never felt more alive

Than when I am out in the city

Lights blinding, feet moving

People passing me

Each person has a story

I want to know that story

My freedom

My identity

My life

My purpose

You see it doesn't come from me

From my desires or loves

But comes from the opportunities I have

To please my precious God

And I have found that God is pleased

In places you don't expect

And I found God in the most desolute places

The most mysterious of phases

My most ugly, broken, torn-up spaces

Because my God can not fit

In church on a Sunday Morning

Or Kaleo on a Wednesday Night

My God is okay with doubts

With fears

With late nights in unfamiliar cities

My God encourages exploration

 My God gave me a voice to speak

And courage to speak out

He gave me a heart that breaks

For those without

And my God gave me a message

With his son's shed blood

The one that ate with prostitutes

Walked with tax collectors

 And most of all

Showed love

So shouldn't we be the same?

Feel freedom in our call

To love those rough around the edges

And all of those that fall

I have never felt more free

Or myself

Or alive

Than when I realized that Jesus came

Not only for the pharisees

Or the church lady down the street

Jesus came for me

And all whom I meet