Thuso: I met God at a crossroad, trying to figure out my position in this world, going back and forth with shoe laces untied to the loss of direction, He had a featured map of my life under His arm…
Ole: Under my arm I had secrets shoved so the world wouldn’t know my face, my facade I offered. While I was by a cross road with a veil over eyes blurring my life’s vision, Jesus was on a cross and His life’s last breath tore the veil…
Thuso: I could see clearly where the sun rises and never hope it sets, the light was in my Bible the darkness tried creeping in, I had a fake love fake smile and shoes to match such a past, but safely in the Lord I drew my cross and begged for Christ to fit in me…
Ole: …to fit my size but He showed me perfection and said I want you to be bigger than that. So I was a size 6 n wondered how I will fill such big shoes. Tears I cried were a lake of truth. Water falls for the grace of God, while standing by that cross road wondering which way… One way,Jesus..
Thuso: …Because the ‘J’ mapped a turn where my heart began to burn, my feet were giving in to the dance of the Ghost, I felt the need in me to be the first on that road, to leave my footprint on its face, but like those that prayed to God, Jesus carried us through its thorns…
Ole: …carried me with His golden hands, spinning me around and spending Himself on me. Now my head and my heart spin around for the God whose cross wrote my life again..
Thuso: It was a multi-edition kinda love brought in volumes, the type that draws my heart in outer space…and rhaptured when I was drenched in the Joy of the Cross, figured a couple of items where in my box of faith…a single line of prayer and letter to Proverbs’ 31 days of being the faith my heart was built on, so I could pray within the tongues that recite your name
Ole: It was a coal burning in fire type of love,and with every scripture interpreted fuel was being added… Handed Him the coal so He could deal with it, Holy ghost replaced negative energy,now I spit tongues of fire and lines of power… Pursuing life in its purest form so I may be clear enough for tiny eyes to see this glory, and pursue it through faith grace n love…
Thuso: …And my knees will continue to itch, will continue to bruise, my thoughts will continue to pray and my eyes will see His glory, my faith will continue to grow, I will continue to move the world, impose on life a counter shift method that makes me feel alive, my breath will be my prayer, and Christ shall be the voice, as God is my witness, no more crossroads again…my path is found
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