So, I was asked to write something for this thing called Pulse. Pulse is a college gathering that comes together every other monday, and just chill out and grows together. So, the topic of this week was Celebration. So, my college pastor asked me to write what Celebration means to mean. So, I wrote this.

What does it mean to celebrate?
To know and rest that Jesus gave me a clean slate
It doesn’t matter how much I’ve sinned
I can now make decisions not wondering what could have been
And all the praise that I will give will go to him.

Because celebration is more than a party
It’s more that turning an age so that you can drink Bacardi
It’s more than that, It’s more than that
When I turn to Jesus I know that the rest of that is all wac

When people win a championship, they don’t care
That they’re running, crying with arms in the air.
Because in that moment they take all the pride
Celebration is definitely something we should not hide

What will you do in the moment
Will you sing at the top of you lungs
Will you celebrate the one who has already won

I heard from a wise man this
This is something that you don’t want to miss
“At the core of celebration is Joy.
Like a child playing with his brand new toy
Uncontrollable happiness that beckons action”
Now that is the definition of my word Passion.

Now what is worth celebration?
To know that I’m in the process of sanctification
Now that is something I can shout nation to nation
I hope people will celebrate that in the next generation

When the time comes how will you celebrate
I pray when it does come you will not hesitate.

My hearts prayer

I guess that it has been a long time since I have done this blogging thing, but a voice just pushed and pushed and pushed for me to continue on this journey of blogging. So, I have had somethings on my heart and mind. I was recently inspired to write  some poetry, and so I just put my mind on paper. Here it is...

I know how to be a good christian

But it seems to me that I don't listen

When I look a round I see all these distractions

I wonder if my witness is killed by my actions

I see the qualities of my brothers and I become so envious

But when I really think about it I start to become so curious

Because I know that isn't the life jesus had for me

I just wish that he would come down, open my eyes so I can see

That my life has more worth

That Jesus loved me even before my birth

I need to be comfortable in my own skin

That no matter the race I would love people as my own "kin"

God, open my eyes

and Teach me the things to change peoples lives

When you're with me you make my happy as though a kid with an ice cream cone

But I sometimes feel that you're not around, and that I'm alone

There are times when my heart feels so hollow

But God you know my heart and that I want to follow

God be with me!

As I yell, that is my plea.