Saturday, July 19, 2014

Confession Time: The Story About My First Fall [spoken word]

God does not want my money.
All He wants is my heart.
A heart that obeys,
hears the secrets,
the ancient words, ever true.

I'm not as lost as you think,
but I'm trying to find my way home.
I want to sing the redemption song
without blemish in my soul.

I'm a broken heart
that must never fail
to return home
after a fall.
I was born to fall.

When I was a baby,
excited to see my mama-
I raised my hands, leaned forward,
forgetting I was sitting on a veranda
that is this high [raises hand to chest level],
I slipped and landed in pain.
But I can't remember the pain,
mama's love wiped it all away.

You see, I was born to fall,
but now Born Again to rise.
The Lord snatched my soul from hell's grip.
But I have fallen again and again,
free fall between sheets and weed, weed and sheets.

Why don't we talk about our falls?
The shame? The guilt?
I want to talk about my many falls
and hope that you will pray for me
instead of judging these poetic lines.

His grace says come home.
Learning not to fall, I heed the call to arise,
and sing the redemption song-
[sings] Let the redeemed of the Lord say so x3!
I'm redeemed x2, praise the Lord! [selah]

God does not want our money.
All He wants is our hearts.
A heart that obeys,
hears the secrets,
the ancient words, ever true.

(c) Jennifer Ehidiamen