Close your eyes.
Tell me what you don’t see.
It will be okay or it won’t. That’s not for us to say.
When is the last time you fell to your knees and prayed?
Do you remember the first time you asked for forgiveness and were washed clean of your sins?
There’s no more time for monkeying around. You’re either in or you’re out. That’s it. Game over.
We flaunt our excesses in plain view of God not caring that we’re repeat offenders and should be thankful for the life we’ve been given.
The Golden Calf’s got nothing on Jesus Christ Almighty and trust me when I say to you Noah was more than just some old Jew with a penchant for animals.
We must lift ourselves up from the muck and the mayhem and the wrecking ball nightmares that have kept us from peaceful slumber for most of our dilapidated and regifted lives.
Open your heart.
Tell me what you feel once you squeegee the tears and the blood from your rose tinted windshield.
It will be okay or it won’t. Who the fuck knows or cares when you’re down and out and nobody loves you and only God is willing to accept you into His House.