"Master Builder:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


OH LORD, I'm plugged into you like a socket, because you're my only outlet when the world seems to sock it to me. Through our strong connection, you help me to adapt to current situations when my battery pack depletes to E. Staying positive gives me that needed boost to charge back at a dead reality. Raising my bars each time through your perceptions, helping me have a better reception of my ambitions so they can tower higher than any tall tree.

SO LORD, whether I'm at my lowest or highest, I know you'll branch out for me to see through the haze. The way you'll never leave my side has me in bit of a daze, I'm mesmerized, amazed! And tazed by your energized ways.

WHOA LORD, I remember those days when I felt like I was hit by a wrecking ball, demolished and without any power but I still had the tools to rebuilding. I like to use this art to attack the debris of emotions buried beneath the rubble, the things that I cement and conceal in! It's my will, that's relentlessly drilling, to apply the wood to contruct new walls and more floors, because following your blueprint keeps me on another level without a ceiling.

THOUGH LORD, you are the general contractor on site for this innovativing, renovating spiritual flip. Im just the spiritual laborer on a tractor, attracted to bulldozing down fleshly detractors of walls that flow through my plan to keep me from being spiritually open...from the lips. I enjoy being the nail to your hammer, because the harder you pound me with your love, I get tougher and closer; but you already saw bits and knew I would, like pieces of wood chips. 

OH LORD, continue to help me piece together my life, because we all know it's a puzzle only you can solve. My problem sometimes is I try rushing to do too much and go in circles like roulette but with no resolve. I am a pistol that revolves and you are the ammo to turn things around to give me a better shot overall, but to go out with a big bang involves accepting the cause and effect of your grand design, believe it so and I'll always evolve.





















 


Submitted: January 26, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Holy schmokes, a metaphor super-shopping center. I believe in your 1st stanza you want the word 'boost' not 'boast'. ...But other than that, a treasure-trove of imagery and alternate-universe piety. Lotsa fun, and thanks for the share! SPP

Tue, January 26th, 2021 7:59am

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Thank you sir for taking time out to read. Yes you're right, I changed it to boost. Your comment and critique helps me get better. Glad you enjoyed! Cheers!!!

Tue, January 26th, 2021 7:15am

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