Treasure Island

devon da poet

(April 27,1992 / Sauteurs, Grenada)

I never knew I had to do something to get accepted


Is this a church, is this a place where people come to worship?
Isn’t this a place where we’re supposed to come for refuge after being bombarded with the never ending furies of this world?
Or is this just another institution where cocky people lead and submissive people abide?
I don’t want to be manipulated by your wiles ‘cause I’m free in Christ.
And I should be free to sit and free to rise.
I don’t want to come here and be pressured into someone I’m not yet ready to be.
I don’t want to be thrust in you pompousness,
And I don’t want to speak words or perform acts with the sole motive to impress others ‘cause I take keen interest in my authenticity.
I don’t want to be just another pretender with a good reputation and a defiled heart.
No! I wouldn’t want that.
And I don’t want my voice to be heard by men to get any sort of recognition from them.
I wouldn’t do such to have many friends ‘cause Christ is my one and only true friend.
I don’t want to be sited amongst the biggest names or the best vocalists or guitarists and have a messed up life.
No! I wouldn’t want that, I want my motive to be right.
I want to stand boldly with confidence and proclaim the lord Jesus as God.
Yea, that’s my sole motive.
I don’t care about the complements, know I don’t care about the good name.
All is want is to glorify his name,
And I’ll even undergo shame and pain to accomplish such.
I don’t care if there’s very little like and comments on my Facebook page.
I don’t care about the many followers one can have on twitter ‘cause serving Christ is sweeter,
And there is a reward for those that are true to themselves.
I don’t want to be regarded as just another Minister or Pastor and in my heart I’m just an actor.
I wanna be real, I want my life to reflect my actions and the way that I truly feel.
I just want to be who God says I am and not what man wants me to be.
I just wanna be free, I want to be me.
I want to follow just one voice and humble myself to his.
When the worship service is over I don’t wanna return home into impurity,
And beat my chest through blasphemy.
I never knew I had to do something to get accepted.
I just never knew!

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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