So you don’t belong in tradition anymore? You are an abstract shape trying to fit into a puzzle piece that is an illusion of realities of a galaxy at colliding force.

A hologram projection of someone else’s belief or a doctrine that you cannot be conformed to in the first place?

Trying to draw between the lines, to rules that are set up to send you tripping in your mind, building up more layers to set up arguments that divide.

So what denomination are you and which church do you sit at? Do you tick the right boxes at the right times and say enough to be noticed in their minds?

Are you a believer?

Are you a surrendered heart?

Are you a trouble maker to stir up religious smarts?

Are you the very broken that I’ve chosen to come just as you are? The ones to pierce the darkness the ones I trust with gathering the hearts?

Come deeper into me where my love for you is real, come deeper into me where your heart can finally start to heal.

And rise above the gossip and the ones that don’t understand that I’ve made you as my mouth piece and for you I have a purpose already planned.

So shine your light and climb out of the tangles that try to block your nets from the catch I have for you, I want to give you your breakthrough  through you bring true freedom too.