Your Walk with God

Your Walk with God

You...

You are more than just man,
you are divine evidence
of what happens
when the soul learns how to kneel
before the throne
and rise again,
still holy,
still human,
but laced with heaven’s fingerprints.

You carry God in your breath.
Every word you speak
ain’t just language
it’s living water,
refreshing the desert places of my spirit
that I forgot were even dry.

I’ve watched the way
you love the Lord
in silence and in sacrifice,
how your hands build without boast,
how your prayers reach places
that even my tears don’t know how to go.

And somehow
by just being
you’ve made me better.
Not by force.
Not by fear.
But by being the kind of man
whose life whispers,
“This is what grace looks like in motion.”

Your walk with God
has made me want to walk straighter.
Your truth
has made me confront mine.
Your patience
has quieted storms inside me
that I used to think
were just part of being alive.

You have shown me
that love doesn’t mean perfection,
but presence.
That covering someone in prayer
is more sacred than any sweet word,
that I can be flawed
and still be favored,
that I can be growing
and still be loved.

And I don’t know if you know
how much your mere existence
blesses mine
how your light
has illuminated places in me
I thought were too dark to reach,
how your discipleship
reminds me daily
that God’s love can walk
in human form.

So thank you.
For every time you chose obedience
over ease.
For every moment you led
without needing a spotlight.
For living like a man
who knows the King personally
and brings pieces of the kingdom
into the lives you touch.

You
are a sermon I never grow tired of hearing.
You are a prayer answered
before I ever had the words to ask.
And I pray that I can love you
with the same kind of grace
you have shown me
a flawed woman,
made better,
because of how you love your God,
and how that love
spills over onto me.

Amen.
And always

Thank you 

A spoken word poem by N'game'🦋