Old man's young heart leading Him back to where fear last lost.

I fancy myself to be a vessel. I'm immortalised by what I do, or by what I spill out. But let me reconsider that word immortalised. I heard a guy preach a heavy message on death. He had an encounter with some dudes who said the black male is a god "we are gods" they said to this fellow who answered them plain and simple you will die like a man. At what point will this generation face the mortality of our nature? There's not much power in a man but his breath and even this is borrowed from what's provided. Is there anything I can achieve for myself except through what is given into my hand, whether it was a stretch or a stitch, regardless. So I say yes I am a vessel no I haven't been abducted or brainwashed or tortured to think this but saved from all these and much more. What's in a man but his own heart that he can have a say on. I say for my heart that was broken I wish to keep it with someone who can take care of it better than I can. What started out as a gamble, with dust in my pockets thrown out in pile on the table half carried off in the wind during the offering, became an unfair trade I quickly realised. I gave Him my life, the life I'd made for myself; a mind snapped and loaded with demons, a hand unstable in its holding, a body worn out and emptied into relationships laced with poison, and a heart caved in on itself. In return I got cleaned out from head to toe. No more demons and a brand new heart. Joy filled me as breath released me from my prison but I see this picture of Jesus dying. I see Him yield His last breath to be my first. Undeserved. Gods love is enduring that means it doesn't yield but for one moment in all eternity He yielded to death to carry it away from us and to separate sin from us as far as east is to the west. In perfect obedience and humility to the father the son carried our shame so that we wouldn't even see it - as He now sits glorified in heaven - help me be obedient and humble to the cross of my life. Why have I been sent here for what purpose? What's the end goal that I might not step off course?
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