Bread for My Enemies, the Work of a Servant.

Some days I get tired of carrying my cross, but nevertheless, selah. 

I give to those who would withhold from me.

I pour into those whose rivers turn dry for me.

I break bread with those who wouldn’t leave a crumb on the table for me.

I pray for those who prey on me. 

I heed the call of those who turn a deaf ear to my cries.

I esteem those in public who tear me down in private. 

I create community for those who would cast me out.

I show love to those whose hearts burn with hatred toward me. 

I come through with valor for those who, with ease, fall through for me. 

I light a torch for those who wouldn’t strike a match for me.

I ride for those who wouldn’t put five on the tank for me. 

Lunatic, insane - some might say, but I never grow weary in well doing. 

I embody my Father, cross me and meet God, big D energy, but never on demon time.