Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.
Jeremiah 33:3

911 Police Fire or Medic

Caller…are you there… are you on the line? Hello was our connect. We reconnected for a reason, or maybe a season or even just a few days. I can hear cocaine, alcohol, sex, and cigarettes through your vocal cords…something is still holding on to you. It’s called THE RESIDUE. I can detect you trying to cover up your sins through the deception of being a secret lover… Calling me, trying to win me over… Is what I am… yet still allowing you to continue to convince me to believe you… Are so far from the TRUTH. YET I let you go on… go on trying to convince me of every reason why we should be together. You even said God put this together because you’ve never felt like this before. We briefly slipped into the web that you are trying to weave and I allowed you enough space to entangle yourself in order to make my entrance for you to feel the anointing of the ghost… HOLY who dwells within the very depths of our core fiber BEING. I even ENTERTAINED it for a brief moment… a peek back to my old memories yet back to business and through me, he will bring you into a different understanding of why… just why I even allowed you this close… you thought you came to woo me but I already knew the end before the beginning… THAT’S THE CHRIST IN ME… and the answer is NO but yes to hearing my side of going through. My side of cocaine my side of alcohol sex and cigarettes too… My side of many storms but most of all… My side of how I MADE IT THROUGH. I am only equipped to hear your sound because I too was some-thing like you… My past pain looks different from yours only because I was awakened from a place of death… Did you know that you can be a dead man walking but still talking… Did you know that you can be soul-tied and not set free consciously… Unaware of the place and space you are in… Not knowing the time nor the seasons… Not knowing your way out… Hey you… It’s a 911… COME AND GET IN… let me take you on a ride… Jump on to my night wings… Because I know your cry for… HELP ME is really what I hear… 911 help me… Somebody HELP… HELP from the womb of being traumatized before birth… HELP from growing up as a child not feeling that you were good enough HELP from sexual abuse HELP from being abandoned HELP from seeing your parent go through abuse Help from not knowing what to do HELP from being hungry HELP because you tried to fit in HELP because they tried to place you on mute… HELP because you felt you couldn’t win… HELP from being unidentified in truth HELP from being spiritually homeless and NEVER been given the OPPORTUNITY to HEAL…going through life dressed up but messed up HELP ME PLEASE… Let’s roll together… I love you… But what I AM REALLY SAYING IS HELP 911 I NEED YOU… See what you saw in me was not just my outer beauty but THE LIGHTHOUSE that drew you in… A force GREATER than… Hey… Wait a minute… Hold on… 911… Excuse me… Click click click…I have to go LOVE CALLED AGAIN.