What good are answered prayers if they stop us from praying?
We lost the plot didn’t we?
engrossed in the now,
The present need,
The immediate vicinity,
What my eyes can see.
But am I not meant to live by faith? To see beyond my sight?
Where did it all go wrong Alphie?
When did you become a realist?
everything real in your life now was once a mere vision in your mind
Nothing more than words spoken into quiet and empty rooms
Often times in tears, on my knees, trembling – praying for change
Yet here we are, all I had asked and hoped for,
a present reality.
But what good is this reality when I cannot see beyond it?
What good are answered prayers if they stop us from praying?
Is that what God meant when He bent down to listen?
Was He hoping for me to grab a hold of the blessing and scurry away,
Did He answer so I can be silenced?
Oh what a shame when you get everything you have ever hoped for
At the cost of all that gives you life…
Isn’t it funny how we think
David wins a few wars and suddenly,
He doesn’t need to be in the battlefield.
Samson gains wisdom and suddenly,
He can question God’s commands
I get promoted and suddenly,
My name must be followed by the prefix – Mr;
Oh what a shame when you have everything you need
At the cost of everything you are
Can this car take me to my purpose?
Can this TV show me God’s vision?
Is this phone capable of connecting me to Him?
What about the food?
Does it truly fill the soul?
Living to eat or eating to live…
The lines are getting blurry
Fasting to kill the flesh but
Time isn’t moving fast enough
To reach five and fasten the white flag.
Fair enough isn’t it?
I give up food to find favour
But my focus is burning the December fat
Instead of fixing my eyes on Him
Oh what a shame when you are full of fat
At the cost of the soul in you
These soles hardly go anywhere
All comforts, after all,
Are at the click of a button
You’d think I would be uber smart by now
But I have bolted my dreams out of sight
instead of on the cross
It never crossed my mind that
I am made in His image
oh what a shame to look in the mirror and see failure
At the cost of my God-identity
Who are you Alphie?
With head hanging low
Feet dragging along
and hands ineffective.
Does that look like God?
To be equipped but never effectual?
Who are you?
Take a stand and decide
For no one else can do it on your behalf
The choice to believe lies in you
Regardless of what your mind
or experiences say.
Choose to believe
