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Life, where you at, i would like to know.
could you hurry up, man, i got to go.
it's just me and i'm lonely.
sippin' on cafe,
wondering why no one's sells a "happy life" latte.
why when i pray,
do you have nothing to say?
spare me the prosperitay,
i mean, wait.
grace.
i've...
followed the rthym and praticed the rhyme.
i've...
taken the givin and acted all nice.

i'll argue with me, myself, and i till i die.
label it a prayer.
trying to wonder why i regret my life.
and what can't i see that's there.
did i live?
did i faith?
did i embrace my grace till i was blue in the face?
No, no, no, no, no.

Life, why do i think about you?
why do i argue about you?
but never ask you or spend time with you?


Man, i've been livin in San Fransisco for about a week now. I'm busy. I sure am. It's good i guess, but it makes me forget. Why do i love God? How do i show others? How do i show God?
I mean, life is not about what i've done wrong.

It's take me a long time to realize that.

I'm strivin' to believe God wasnt'- i mean isn't- a liar. I'm strivin' to believe God set me apart to be more than i can ever do on my own. Holy.

I stand on the tip-top of San Fransisco and i look down on the city with a vision that God has every day. Dark and light. It is so simple. It's dark and light. "but, wait," i say to myself. I look at the every detail of where every light is, where the darkness takes over, and where blah blah blah...
I'm sittin' here wonderin' how to change the world, when I can't change my own life. I'm sittin' here politickin' about things that seem "interesting".
It's simple. I need to choose. To embrace the holiness God gave me. That choice may be oh so hard, but i still have the choice. Discipline.

shalom.