“My Lot”

from the ground

man given form, from the dew drops,

I being formed clay

have fallen from Glory

placed in Eden’s care

to sacredly abide

with a charge to keep



steady the Master’s feet

round about me,

separate our steps

knowing full well

my lot,

“Not my Will”

but

“Thy Will be Done”

until

Heaven and Earth

do pass before me

The cross roads

where the crowd

meet my crown

looking upward to

Glory,

death may seek

to tear me from

Earthly foundation

eternal fires do

forge the

Trinity within

The yoke of life

and Liberty a mutual

task my soul does bear

while beaten by worldly

cares and carnality

“It’s designed to consume

all that comprises me

Is Devil or Demon to

blame for sulfuric tears

scorching my skin with

the passion that

I, man may once more

return to

“His Glory”

A seat near the Thrown

Of The Most High?

From the passion of my

chest a bed of thorns

and roses rise into

the darkest night sky

Yet Still,

A Love Supreme

calls to me at Calvary

My Gailgatha and cross

to bear until it’s finished

and Salvation is my lot

by Faith in unchanging

Promises, The Word is

Immortal Techniques

Of a Plan to have

Man Return to

The Eternal Flames

Of a Love so Sweet…..

Kevin GURU © 2020