Go(o)d Looking

“Go(o)d Looking”

I heard God was looking for me
I laughed
then retorted back,
“God created me right?
he knows where to find me.”
He put me in prison
I’m still here, even after I’ve repented
as far as I’m concerned, Good riddens
how can he lose sight of His children
especially me, I been through so much in plain sight, I was never hidden
isn’t he supposed to have this “all seeing” vision
now when I read the Bible, I feel like a critic
I don’t get it
questioning the credibility of every story that was written
and the reason why some just happen to be missin’
especially the mental state of the people that did it
calling themselves Catholics or Christians
different denominations?! I’ve been a denominator dominated because my skin is tinted
now I’m supposed to submit to His agenda
when I almost lost my life, where was His antennas?
where was he at every December on Christmas?
Christian Dior, or Christian Brothers, before I’m Christened or a Christian
and I’m the one that has to give forgiveness?
first He was vengeful, but “now” He “forgives” us?
for what? placing me in a pit of cobras spitting venom
its going on 7years in khaki’s, I missed the feel of denim
convenient, He’d be the reason for Good, and not the ‘evil’ sinners
bet if I listened to the New tes…damn, I wouldn’t be here to begin with
or maybe I would, I won’t lie, ever since I been in prison
I’ve been more willing
I was mad, I admit it
but cut off from distractions, I started building a friendship
that made an indent manifesting into a kinship
I wasn’t innocent
I was spiritually indigent
but I made amendments
I was conflicted
that got me convicted
but now I’m convinced with conviction
feeling of use, able to view the blueprint of what He has intended
call it purpose? In giving me all this pain upon my surface to contend with
with a cluster of talents perfectly blended
to talk with the next person that hears the name of God and gets offended
and tell them, hold up wait a minute
before you finish that sentence
God has been looking for you-
and though he can see you, he can’t find your heart if you keep it hidden
you’re not a victim
cut out the noise, and listen
and you’ll find that piece that leads to peace that you’ve been missin’
is key to your mission
now when God sees you, you’re in sync with His vision
and He doesn’t have to ask you, “who is it”
time isn’t your sentence
your pain isn’t your prison
it leads to your promise, purpose, and perdition
God offers a detour to every road driven
before your collision
but our own decisions are the very things blocking His vision
GOoD is Looking