Keep Bleeding.
We keep trying to hold on to our time
Our energy
Our peace
Our comfort zone
Our friends and our phones
To the refreshing times alone
And cool rep with those who matter
except for Christ
We give a away time we'll never get back
Our energy to things that won't profit us
We are troubled by things we could let go
Be won't for Christ
Our comfort zone holds no comfort
Our friends and phones don't bring us support,
Prestige, and Convenience.
Neither do our refreshing times alone:
We get pressed and burden to get "loving-people-work" done
We give up the rep of the normal, the cool, the all-together look
But we are all-together the broken;
The bleeding.
Bleeding love in as many ways as we got
Spilling blood through things we touch
On those whom we hold.
Frankly we have to much hold
And still more in Jesus' next heart-pump
Hoping that such abundance
Convince you to try a blood transfusion
(To internally recieve some of His time,
His energy, comfort, support, prestige...ect (like manumission).)
To the youth pastors
Keep bleeding,
To the pastors
Keep bleeding,
To the evangelists, inviters, nurses,
architects, maintenance-men and lunch ladies
(Wherever you are ministering)
I encourage us
Keep bleeding.
His lost people don't need
More plasma, electrolytes,
platelets, nutrients, or supplements,
It needs us.
A bleeding, broken, forgiven,
in process and whatever the mess
Ambassodors and friends of the Man
Our lost loved ones need Us.
