Kinda Christian 

 

By Rod Parchman

I'm what you would call kinda Christian one who's mindful of the commitment but I haven't quite committed see I'm straddling the fence, battling against this calling that's constantly calling causing me to fall short of His glory so I worry about going through various trials cause I've yet to figure out how to count it all joy, you see my thinking is this, as long as I repent, it's a given that I'm given mercy He personally dispersed these perjures and permanently removed my burdens because He first loved me so I guess I'm like Paul in a sense in that I die daily but I'm content in my condition so I'm lacking the sense God gave me and the crazy thing is we're quick to sing praises of how we honor and adore Him then we use a facade as if we can fool God every Sunday morning but this is why I'm torn within cause I'm not quite sanctified yet I'm dying to be born again just like Frankenstein, so I'm supposedly a monster who's posing as a Christian but I know he sees imposters which is why I don't even bother with a mask but I'm dressed in the Sunday's best for these Acts and He knows that I'm playin' this role man and He bruised my soul when He convinced me but He didn't leave a Mark and as long as I resist the call from You Lord I will always be Luke warm cause first Peter denied Christ so if you don't wanna be left then you must choose right, because He gave us all free will so it's time to make a decision and I'd much rather live then be kinda Christian.

 
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