An empty house of worship,
under the surface on filled during times of hopelessness...
Look under the surface and find behind the scenes someone kneeling.
It's not about the house we fill,
it's about the house we create...
It's about the house we are and will become!
Look under the surface of me!
What do you see?
Look hard,
peer past the darkness beyond the bright eyes of hope.
It's there,
a hole mess of hurt and pain.
Under the surface,
I am weak, broken, bruised and scarred.
I am:
a failure to self and God...
a desperate soul crying out like any other.
Trapped under the surface is a servant,
binding the warrior God wants me to be.
Under the surface is a man, who needs help, favor, and love!
What are you under the surface?
Are you an empty house of worship under the surface!?
Blessings,
Mike III AKA: Big Daddy
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