Im in the process of beating out the weak, pathetic, small version of God I have in my head. It's not God at all, it's what I've grown up to see through society and pictures. We're shown Jesus as a white man with long flowing locks who looks weak. This is complete crap. Try an Arab, a carpenter's son. Jesus was no weakling. He is said to have wooly hair and was not much to look at (nice way of saying he's ugly). Jesus was a non assuming man, besides what he talked about and the things he did. I'm sad that people say God is dead. Our society says we don't need God. The devil's greatest lie is that he doesn't exist (thanks for that one Russ). I'm freaking tired of my Savior being a pathetic weakling. Jesus could have turned each and every person who mocked him into a baseball with feelings then homerun hit all of them for eternity. He could've just destroyed everything and started over. He didn't. His love for us is too great, and we're all too busy worrying about our GPA's to notice how amazing all of this is. Myself included. Geez, I need some prayer...

Murtceps

I'm as bold as a lot of things

When my boldness finds a friend

Just not as most human beings

It'll all make sense in the end

The color yellow for example

These colors aren't aware

is the mellowest of fellows

Everything's not together

Black casts the biggest shadows

but they're clear to me

This may be unsteady

of colors I see

It's too big to follow

I stick with reflections

Blue has a magestic hue

but it's washed away too easily