I wish he knew my god

His twist and turns in a carousel frenzy revealed he was confused

Bruised shoulders and elbows, scraped knees and toes

were only the surface of his wounds

Exists but hardly alive, his curse my demise

Cries....buried beneath his chest

His tummy empty...didn’t have plenty so he settled for less

His story I’ll never know...but what does it say of the veins bulging from his feet, hear dabbed with dirt, wearing a woman’s skirt and his friends

Crack and cocaine

I wish he knew my God, had he sipped the wine and nibbled the crumb of life

He’ll use his knife only to cut his blessings: 3 to 3000 baskets of fish and bread

There would be plenty if he sat with me at communion

And it would be the next best thing to his rum

For habits don’t change overnight

Then soon it would be no rum

The sun....will shine on him so blindingly to generate and perpetuate his faith

I wish he knew my God, our god....his song would be...[i will not hunger!!! I will not beg for bread!!]

I’d love him like Christ loved, hug him like Christ sat next to and embraced sinners: hypocrites, drunkards and thieves

I’d brush the dirt and leaves off his shoulders and cast away his gun

I would nurse where it bleeds, and those wounds would heal

I would give him life, new birth as if he were my son

The robe of righteousness would be the best garment he’d own

Gone would be those nights that were so cold...and those loud moans for a hand to hold

Healed would be his back!...healed would be those... bones

I wish he knew our god

Now sitting on his throne

Then crack and cocaine would be no longer be his friends....he’d survive the impossible like David did in the lion’s den

I would have him pray for me because the man he was! He is no more !!

I would be happy for his delivery

For mine would have been from the time I opened my door!!