the first place

Nights like these don’t come often
Pain turns to providence
A single Word becomes a sword
Proceeding from a throne that quickens forth movements
Formed under the cover of night
Where Only One is watching
And No other can understand this desert place
Unless they walked there too
This training ground that looks barren
Yet out of it flows rivers of life
Break
Down. Open
Ground.
Mission uncompromised, no matter how many wished for its failure, placing bets on definite defeat.
They underestimated the power of what called in the first place--


A-B-C-D-E-F-G…..
The teachers taught well
Now Students regurgitate these rote lessons with ease
But these truths—
Will they stick, empowering the moments when freedom is needed most?
Or have they merely become routine
Laid inside the same category as nursery rhymes—
The kind that lull to sleep and comfort into apathy?
Oblivious to the fact that a word makes dead bones become an army

Broken paradigms
Shifted vision
The point was clear once
The passion hot
The focus determined
Yet time proves warriors
Tests come during the weakest points
When the brain clicks into survival
Hungry, thirsty, sweat drenched.
Forgetting how to live from above
Fighting for something that makes sense
Wisdom of God is foolish to man.
Forsaking the romance that called in the first place.
It’s about the first place.
What called to you in the first place?

A word.
shifts.
frames.
A whole world is made.
Like an arrow into the heart of a bulls-eye
Comes this weapon that contends.
Not mere letters put together.
Something alive.
Alive with desire.
Romance.
Love.
Fire. That burns down the barrier lines.
Love wants first place.
has to be first place.
Otherwise the Word means nothing. Even if it still does its job.