n. Son•day: A day of personal reflection.
“What does it mean to be a savior?
To accept every stranger?
or never flee away from danger?
I was born in a manger.
My momma was a virgin.
My purpose was to be perfect.
My mother said she had a dream and it was very clear;
My daddy wasn’t there but he was everywhere.
My step pops was an average Joe; my auntie was an average hoe.
When I was born, 3 men showed up at the doe’…..
With perfume and gold,
after that we hit the road.
Now my whole life was pressure:
Make the impossible possible,
even if it wasn’t logical…
So I started; I told the dead to get it up,
then told the deaf to listen up:
It is I, it is Him,
What if I told you I walked on that water because I couldn’t swim?
and didn’t want to get my hair wet..
I fed 10,000 with a fish that I caught with a hair net…
Are we there yet?
I ran with thieves, but they were good when they were with me,
except I always knew that one was out to get me;
Let’s take it back to my last dinner:
I called him out and he still wouldn’t admit it,
but before I got that knock on the door he was forgiven,
because it was written, before I was given….
A world to heal,
Everybody crossed me, but yet and still they made it to my will,
and I never had regrets until I took my last breath.
That’s when I asked God, “What else?”
I saved everybody else and couldn’t save myself…..
I saved everybody else and couldn’t save myself.
Would you believe?”
✒️: Steven Farrar