My father passionately responds to Maya Angelou's poem

Christoph

I prefer words that don't assume that I am ignorant to this worlds ensnaring devices. Especially since I have been transformed by the renewing of my mind, in Christ Jesus. It is in this transformation that I am now an advocate of words that: proclaim truth, heals, promotes the forgiveness of those who trespass against me, looks for the things that unite all and seeks to inform all of the ONE unifying force that's still available to all who care to partake of its life changing properties, It's called LOVE!

I don't need more words that are forever reminding me of how bad it was and still is... Yes I have been taught to dress to impress, but now I am wearing a robe of righteousness, paid in full, by Christ, for he is my righteousness. I love the color of my new robe (my designer outfit); it's bright red, signifying the precious blood of Jesus. Moreover, I have his name written all over it. Oh I know you may not see it with your natural eye, but nevertheless, it's there, with every thread, and on every button,

I think it's time to sing a new song! A song with a message divine, leaving ill feelings behind, for God is the author of love's melody (taken from a line in a song that I wrote called Love's Melody).

I think it's time for a new kind of poetry, a poetry full of hope, a poetry that has the fact straight that even when I'm walking through the valley of the shadow of death, he is and was with me, and what the Devil knew but tried to keep me from knowing and seeing was that God was preparing a table for me in the presence of my enemy. Somebody once said in a song, "He Was There All the Time."

I'm waiting for someone to send me poetry that lifts me higher, that tells of the good news. That informs me of the fact that I am not bound by what happened in the past and doesn't assume that I still "don't get it." I'm praying for someone to write poetry that says that you have to love those who wrongfully use you.

Notwithstanding, Christoph thanks for sharing Maya Angelou's poetry with me...


Love you,

Dad