enough

blood, nails, tree I, your God, love you dearly I designed you to love me and despite that I died on the cross your heart declares, I am not enough it appears I must ask, have I not made foolish the wisdom of the world? you fiddle with what is foolish because you feel you need to earn love you find fame will make you feel alive? if it were not for my blessings, you wouldn’t be able to breathe you fiddle with what is foolish because you feel you need to earn love you think fulfilling your fantasies will fulfill your longings? I alone should already fulfill you you fiddle with what is foolish because you feel you need to earn love you believe money will buy you happiness? well I bought you you were purchased at a price of blood, nails, and a tree I am not a patch you put on your arm to suppose you prominent I am not contrived to be counted upon only after you comprehend everyone else will fail you I am not to be reserved as a last resort if anything I am the resort I am everything you ever envisioned and more it is only the ignorance of the world that informs you that the breadth between us is far too broad for you to be utterly and completely surrendered to my perfect love blood, nails, tree I called you to be more like me not to be more like a pharisee I called you to be an alien of this world I called you to stand up for the cause of life and boldly go against the norm to be my daughter, be my son it was not me who convinced you to compromise perfection for anything and everything else I died on a cross for you how is that not enough? blood, nails, tree I sense you standing still for my second coming I, I am still too I am still waiting for you to rebel against the instinct called satan and sacrifice all you have to fall in love with me to have a heart to have a soul with the willingness to welcome me with open arms nailed to a tree because it is then that the harvest is ripe