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Aye God

December 13, 2019 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

God, I feel like a little boy

the way you pick me up

I pray to you, my favorite ‘pick me up’

I stray from you, but never get enough

I run right back, I feel like I’m in love

I remember you rendered me physically weak

in the midst of your spirit that creep into and entered me, see

I could doubt you no longer

the depth of that break down, rose me up even stronger

can I talk to you about my lifestyle

I’m not the same when the lights out

life is dark and full of waves, and I know you are my lighthouse

but I see my illuminated shame when its bright out

yet you still love me, you never yell, you watch me and believe I will fix it

you have unshakable faith, I want that too but jaded by vision

I can’t see as deep as you can without your holy prescription

though I try, my pride is another sin I’ve committed

judgement is another, I digress, that job is only yours

I share my heart with so many afflictions, but its supposed to be only yours

I try to take back and side entrances, but you’re the only door

the only reason I humbly drop my knees on the floor

And I don’t have to beg, God you already know what I want

but always at the right time you provide just what I need

I want to get out of prison, but I know I’m a service here

I figured that out realizing that prison is a platform, and I can serve you here

God, finally knowing you kinda gets me giddy

realizing there’s much more to life, so excuse me, I gotta get busy!

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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