So it took God a week to make the earth.
But it took me a lot longer to realize my worth.
If I was there on day one when God said “Let there be light.”
I was told the light would have skipped me and made a sharp right.
The destiny of a demon is what they gave me
But I just kinda laughed it off for my own safety.
….Or maybe it was for comfort of their own.
Me, an excuse for their choice to heaven blown.
Day one, come and gone.
But it was not my fault, this destiny tagged on me.
You try separating the clouds from the sea.
When all that you can see, see, see
Is the bottom of the deep blue me, me, me
It’s all the same water so what is the point really,
Of separating what is earthly and what is heavenly?
The deep closes in and the clouds are misty.
At the end of the day, I cant see.
Yep, that is day two… Chaos
Blind as Bartimaeus.
Like I said, it was not my fault.
I lived to be seen but who knew what for, like Alt.
Nobody could see the past of deep blue me.
Only on the surface did I seem free.
I learnt to bring others down in the deep.
Or to embrace others on a high so I could drop them at my feet.
So it was. Whispers and shouts
Up and down, up and down.
On the edge between ecstasy and the big drown.
That was day was the third….
So I thought before He sent His word.
The deep shook violently
Like a caged wolverine
Rabid and frothing on the surface
Like the heart of the earth took race
Responding to spoken word
Of the familiar, The Creator
Did not the deep fight?
What is the point of wrong and right?
Remember, you deserve no light!
It’s not your fault, this deep.
But here you are strong, not weak
But if they see under the deep blue
What will they think of you?
In this fault you had no voice!
In this demon destiny, you have no choice!
But the Word spoke.
And the land awoke.
The deep, it broke.
No longer to cloak
What was obvious to note.
The cracks and plain slabs.
The stretches of dry scabs.
Obvious pain from words past.
Hidden clefts of secrets put on blast.
It’s too much to bear or tend
Let me go back to then
But then the Word spoke again
The cracks were soothed with grass
The valleys now let streams pass
Streams of living waters the Word said
Once a barren wasteland and dead
A beautiful garden to see
Now that was the end of day three.
Day three, the day He rose from the grave
Arose from the betrayal, sin-bearing, and shame
And from then on, I have never been the same
For what used to be greed, dark and deep
Now lights were placed high to be the lamp to my feet.
And so day four, great lights shine whether it be day or time to sleep.
It’s like the tree that was given a year to grow.
Oh, yes. He told the story long ago.
Everyone had given up on fruit on this one tree.
Why does it cumber the ground, no fruit for these years, three.
Then He spoke the words, let me take care of him
Let me dig up the earth and take away his sin.
And if he bear not fruit, well…. give him the cut and have no part in You
But if he bear fruit, well…. take away his demonic destiny and eternal life imbue.
It’s been a year.
And even though the creation is still going on. Two days past day two.
Since He started day one, till day seven of rest he will take me through.
Because, just like the tree He hung on, He saw fruits in me bloom.
That even though this world usually is dark, fast and ugly, like a car I know too.
Like Christ makes me the exception…. Sometimes Rav4s are blue.
*so this was a poem I wrote for a friend. He had just been in a saving relationship with Christ for a year and the day before we were talking about a challenge he was facing and he zoned out on me. Mid-convo! So I decided to say something random and make him agree. So I said in a serious tone, “sometimes Rav4s are blue, you know.” And just as I expected, he agreed. I laughed and he only realised what had happened when I told him what I just said. He laughed.
Christ is still building him. He is still building us all.*
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