breaking boxes. pt. 1
breaking boxes. a poem, a prayer, and a reflection of sorts.
there's nothin' else I'd rather do than type n tap on these keys with you
there's no other song i'd rather sing than the one that's fillin' the ears of my God who saved me
so here i am sittin' n singin'
thinkin' about boxes and their significance
boxes, boxes
can't fit into em
not meant too
too multilayered for all that
got facets not even my mind can comprehend
may be a diamond but i'm figurin' out i got limits i'd rather not stay in
he's makin me different
breakin’ me down n showin' me true livin
feelin' limited in my knowing
knowing his spirit still breathin' within
gotta lot of layers
lot of ways others could see me
could never be boxed in by a simple screen
all this defending is exhausting to say the least
that's why i'm not here to defend, i'm here to say my peace
my soul settlin' into all that is me
a box that could never be unseen
boxes boxes
can't fit into em
not meant too
Jesus never did
every idea of religion the Pharisees had
every picture of what they thought the Messiah would be
their imagination and limited thinking
caused their box to be the very thing that kept them trapped in
trapped in minds that couldn't think or imagine the Messiah could be the one standing in front of them
prophecies n inscriptions, yet unbelief entangled them
flesh n bone my savior came, was broken down by others yet stayed whole all the same
limited in his skin
“...God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him,” colossians 1:19
so I can't be surprised with all these misconceptions
Jesus teachin' me so many valuable lessons
the very box he arrived in would be the very one that'd be broken before all men
breakin' every box the very people he came to save put him in
healing and doing good (Acts 10:38)
yet was treated with contempt in his own neighborhood
thank God he broke every preconceived notion
broke down the scriptures n came to bring a commotion
upsetting the world
turning it right side up and now my soul can't help but turn up
and break every box that'd try to make me think I'm not here to upset the world and turn it all around
with the greatest message of all time, the words from my lips will lift up a Gospel sound
the type of limits that would lay his beautiful life down
i'm left puzzled … wondering how a perfect God could come down just to live and die for all of humanity?
he is the only box that'll take the rest of my life to uncover and unbox
because the layers of him are more multifaceted than my mind can comprehend
and all I can pray is when I tend to limit my thinking with all the boxes that have been placed on me, that I'd fix my mind back on God, who is worthy of all my affection
all my affections and desires hunger for a depth and a love that could never be boxed in
but will always break my preconceived notions
so I ask you to rip away my human-made religion, the boxes I’ve put you in
and show me who you really are
so I may stop all this running around in vain and discover your true heart
read the rest of this poem here.