Ibex

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Christian
as in Presbyterian Church in America
(denomination)
Writer
Novelist
Reader
Ambivert or something
Self-proclaimed band nerd
Planet Earth nerd
etc, etc
Joined September 10, 2019

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Favorite songs (hymns edition):
--Rock of Ages
--It is Well With my Soul
--Be Still My Soul
--Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
--Be Thou My Vision
Go read all the lyrics, I dare you.

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Sometimes I tell stories. Most of the time I rattle my soul until I break and my heart spills out onto the page.

I tell stories not because I want to find God, but because He's already found me.
I don't think I'll ever really understand.

fallen

July 11, 2020

FREE WRITING

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I will remember today, how you stand poised
in your v-neck, black and white dress up at the
front of the sanctuary, before the congregation,
how your heart beats with a flutter like a
dove’s wings but hissed like a rattlesnake,
how your lies drip sleek and softly honeyed
from your silken tongue and satin lips,
coated in dusty sibilance like the serpents
that wind themselves around your shoulders.
the pastor’s voice is solemn when he asks
do you acknowledge yourself to be a sinner
and you say i do, but even you know it’s a lie.
but you don’t believe it even though you
speak it boldly, even though you
swallow the lies so easily, like holy water.
later you interrogate me for answers, scream
at me where is God because you doubt.
Thomas, blessed are those who have not seen,
but you say what do you know and turn away.
Sardis, you have the reputation of being alive,
but you are dead, wake up and repent.
you think you can lie to your church, weasel
your way into their ranks and worship your idol,
but do you think you can lie to God?
human eyes are clouded and have not noticed
your serpent voice, have not seen the burdens
you still carry, but God has seen. God knows,
and you cannot hide much longer. he knows
you care only for your own comfort; this is why
you believe, isn’t it? so you won’t go to hell?
careful, Sardis. wake up, and repent. strengthen
what remains of your long-lost faith before
it dies. you have fallen far, but not so far that
grace can’t reach. you are not beyond his power,
and when the time comes he will wake you.
I see you praying in the dead of night, asking
for solid ground upon which to stand. it is coming,
little one, so quiet your restless soul.
This is somewhat based on my own story, set in the past.

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