It Was Not For Death

It was not for death he breathed life
Immaculate peace he promised during cold nights
I am convinced he envisioned more
So much more of you Lord,
I seek abundance in a dry and thirsty land
All I need is in your hand.
My pores seep blood on my dying bed
I had disregarded what he said—
About His word becoming flesh
He said I will never thirst again
He meant it when he said it
Lord, I need a bandage
To heal my scars from a carnal mind
I hope it’s not half past time
It was not for death he spoke life
A prolific journey of holy conversation
I am like David in the midst of jubilation.
God is the curve in my lips
He is the belt on my hips
God Is, yes He is—
The very one I call my friend
He is my keeper when I sin
And I keep him so deep within
And outside surrounding this clay he molded
So I take this letter and fold it, hold it
Because he searched for me during the low times
It was not for death he breathed life