his Ploy and My Delusion From birth we have walked hand in hand. Being his friend has been so easy and comfortable I will fear no evil, we are very well acquainted. He wears fancy clothes and has lots of friends. I will fear no evil, we are very well acquainted. (it’s so evident) that I am drawn to him and he knows I am his victim. I am drawn to him. I am the victim. There is no real relationship here, but I’m the victim by decision. It’s just his ploys and my delusion. His voice is a fire. The fire is crawling ever so slowly. My face perspires, he is just stalling. I am on fire but it won’t consume me. Now I reconsider this friendship. It has brought forth no fruition. And my conclusion will be this: that it was just his ploy and my delusion.

Leftover They may build in there own name but I will throw down. They will fill their cups in vain but I will spill it out. You bring the stolen, the lame, and the sick. Thus you bring no offering. Should I accept this from your hands? How dare you. How dare you use my land or raise a toast with the hands that I gave to you. I give for you. Yet you’re not inviting me to the party which, more or less, should have been for me. Not inviting me to the party which should have been (this should have been) for me. I have loved, do love you, and will. Yet we say, in what ways have You loved us. Your eyes shall see, and you will say He is magnified. So loving and justified. Your eyes shall see, and you will say He is magnified forever. And forever begins today. If I am the Father, then where is my honor? They may build in there own name but I will throw down. They will fill their cups in vain but I will spill it out. Then I will pour out my love and mercy to you yet again.