Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Credible

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Credible


Credible I am not.

I mean, what is credibility?

Does it make me great?

Does it make me better than the poor?

Credible I am not.

Poor I am.

No better than a stray dog.

No better than a cat with no home.

It doesn't make me cry.

It doesn't even make me sad.

I mean, I have it all.


Credible I am not.

Some say, “But you’re a child of the King.”

And I agree.

I would say, “Does that make me better than thee?”

Credible because we talk to the best.

We walk with the best.

We wear the best.

We live with the best.

Then who perceives?

The credible?

I say, “That’s incredible!”

An incredible lie.

A lie that so many live.


So, let’s break this down.

It’s not credibility to the concerned. 

It’s the story of the incredible. 

“What story?” you may ask.

The only credible One.


Jesus!

Born from a virgin.

Is that credible?

No, that’s incredible. 

Born with no home,

Born to die,

Born to sacrifice for you and I.

That’s no lie.


“What the hell?” you may ask.

And I say, “That’s the point.”


Hell is real. 

Credible it is.

Your credibility matters there.

But not here.



Now you see.

Credible I am not.

His story is!

My story is what it is.

Jacked up! 

Misdirected and misunderstood,

Poor but rich,

Full of lies of existences. 

Living the dream but living the lie,

The lie of credibility. 


That’s why I exist.

Credible not because of me.

It’s because of He.

That’s why I exist.

Because I’m on His list.

Credible I am not.

But home I will be.

Credible with Him, 

In the end.

That’s all that matters to me.


 Will you be?



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