i met J.C.

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@snapshotsteve


i met Jesus Christ,
or rather He met me;
it only lasted a moment,
but it was a moment indeed.

i remember that day,
a little more than a haze,
His hand on my shoulder,
the heavenly rays.
He lifted me up
and walked me with purpose.
He borrowed my voice,
He figured me worth it.

i sang praise to His name,
they all sang it back.
didn’t believe a word that i said,
He must have known that.
the heavenly rays disappeared,
and so did the hand on my shoulder.
never felt that warmth again,
my bones have only grown colder.

i guess i should think myself lucky,
lucky He touched me.
lucky my voice was enough;
there’s enough me
to merit His time,
the, ol’ “Son of Mine.”
He used my voice once,
and He left me behind.

used the same voice to say,
“i’ll love you forever,”
used the same voice to say,
“fuck you”s and “fuck off”s,
used the same voice to lie,
to scream, and to cry,
used the same voice to sing,
spill everything inside.
used the same voice to sin,
whisper pleasurist things,
used the same voice to laugh,
it’s almost all that i do,

used the same voice to write,
write about You,

and it’s a little easier now,
believe it or not.
now that my bones have iced over,
my blood burns so hot,
and my eyes have gotten
used to the dark,
i can kind of see
why You touched me that day,
why You believed in me
whilst i didn’t believe in You,
still don’t know the truth,
but i’ll voice it when i do,
i’ll voice it when i do.

“i met J.C.”
©Steven Cuenca

 

 

 

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