The Writer

Gabe’s Conversations is a series of real conversations he has with his best friend, Jesus. Add Gabe on Facebook to read more of his Conversations.

Conversation #1

Pop: “son…”

…Hey pop, now this week started off alil bit slippery

It seemed like everything and everyone was simply tryna get to me

My peace was being broken, and that i cant take

Because without my peace i seem to make more mistakes

I know that u believe in me, though i feel no one else does

I kno you kno im desperate and longing for your love

Cuz there’s a place in the afterlife im tryna avoid

Where the beings there play with me as if imma toy

Not “play” meaning good, but “play” meaning bad

Like toy story 3 wait…have you seen that one dad?

Nevermind, all you needa kno is its a pretty crazy movie

And i hate the thought of hell, so im praying that you use me

Like a tool, our even an example of some sort

That its not pure insanity making Jesus your choice

Though it may not be “hip” or what everybody’s into

great is the gift thats stored up for those of who

Discard their lapshade and let their light shine

Knowing that their reward will come according to your time

Pop my mind is scattered, can’t seem to gather my thoughts

So lemme have sometime to think, go ahead… you tlk

Pop: …….

Nothing to say? Not even a sentence?

Well good, cuz to be honest i wasnt even finished:)

See pop, everyday i wake up is dread

Though i always seem to wake up on the right side of the bed

When my feet touch the floor, thats when everything starts

And my life always seems to be fallin apart

Ya see i kno that in you im secure

But sometimes i can become unsure

Cuz my pain will get deeper than paper cut

And i kno thats not deep, but when u dnt come quick to heal it up

My wounds become infected, and thus i feel rejected

By the God that appointed me, or in order words elected

Me, for me to do the will of the father

The more that i proclaim, is the more that it gets harder

But its impossible to let you go

Cuz lord less than a year ago

I was homeless and nobody knew it

But through it all you held me through it

the moment i threw up my hands, was the same time you showered blessings

Slowly you’re showin wat u can do and now there aint no second guessin

Cuz you get it right the first time, Like the slumdog millionaire

Ppl dnt believe you kno the answers, but its all right there

In that lil black book, sometimes it comes in different colors

But the words are all the same, no matter the cover

We Cant judge it, cuz it already judges us

Wait… *sigh* u’ll gimme a sec pop, my momma needs me to clean up…

I’ll be back…