Inspire- Run (A poem inspired by a plane flying in the blue night sky while running)
Looking at the skies, where the future lies
I couldn’t help but want to fly
In this instance I know I must die
To the self that inhibits me from visions
that only derives from collisions
of You and me.
And to think that You, the King of all Kings, the Creator of time
Could it be all a pantomime?
From what passions you stored since I was just nine,
Maybe it’s time for me to step over the line
of complacency and society
I know I ain’t got the ability
I was not born into nobility
Neither was I equipped with sincerity
But my heart keeps beating, keeps breaking
for the things that keeps God’s heart aching
I think it’s time to stop faking
My life is here for Your taking
Open arms, open eyes, open heart
Crucified with You, this is a piece of Art
Thank you for giving me, One passion, One love, One hope.
There’s no mistaken, that my God is freaken Dope.
Written by: Rebekka Lien