The boxes don’t fit anymore
The categories have all gone topsy-turvy
There used to be an invisible line
Erased
There used to be a code whispered among us
Silence
There was once a path made straight
Crooked
Competitive chaos now surrounds
Hypocritical compromise now abounds
Gone are the days of God and his ways
Now are the means that justify the end
Walking into this tension of semi-false narratives
I think
I dream
I lead
I think to one end and one end alone
I think critically seeking to kick compromise to the curb
I think compassionately caring for people not policy
I think courageously believing we are all better than this
I dream to one end and one end alone
I dream because I live convinced God can use me
I dream because I could care less about the odds
I dream because I exhaust myself for what others deem impossible
I lead to one end and one end alone
I lead not to conquer, nor to be conquered
I lead not to shout, nor be shouted at
I lead not to posture, while pretending it to be sovereignty
No sir, no ma’am, I lead to illuminate and preserve
Illuminate by lighting up the dark
Preserve by holding up the lost
I think
I dream
I lead
And I do so with a suspicion that I am not alone
There is a tribe set a part that is rising under the cover of broad daylight
There is a community filled with those who can’t find a box that will fit them either
There are a people for whom categories are irrelevant and boundaries are non-existent
There is an uprising of those who think, dream and lead to one end and one end alone
To JESUS