Low Toe

If I were to tell you everything about me we would have to ask Jesus to prolong the rapture. I am trying to go home so how about I tell you the best of me. His name is Jesus Christ. Lord, Saviour, Restorer, and Lover of my soul. Who's love became so real to me one August morning in 1994. A morning after I had been shot. Not that I doubted that God Himself was real. It was just His love for me that I questioned to say it mildly. See, up until that morning I practically hated God. I pretty much blamed Him for everything wrong in my life. I was so mixed up I wasn't even able to see which way was up anymore. 94 was crazy itself. It was the best year and the worst of my life. How 'bout that for confusion. Man I had everything a gangsta could ever want. Money, respect, girls, it wasn't no thing to me. Yet the disappointment of having so much and still so unsatisfied became too overwhelming. I figured what was the point of living anymore. I just became careless and started to "Live it all up." Found myself doing things that swore I would never do. This had everyone else but myself and God fooled. Some would see the things I had, girls, the partying, and say things like, "Man Blood hound, you got the life." I remember just getting lit and dancing all my drama away. Or at least I thought, Then I got shot. Because when you dance with sin, nobody dances for free. I got shot in face with a sawed off shotgun . Needless to say it was chaos all that night. Then I woke up. You might not understand the significence about that but I do. Like I wrote earlier, till that morning I blamed everything on God. But when I woke up I realized man this same guy that I pretty much hated had the perfect opportunity to show me how really mean He could've been. He could've sent me straight to hell. Instead He sent Grace and mercy to pluck me out of the jaws of hell. I would be stupid to walk away from that kind of love. Twelve years later glory to God I am sharing that Amazing Love with everone I possibly can. No shame at all because if I could be a dumby for the devil back then you better believe I'mma be a straight gospel nut for Jesus. Halleluiah. Oh yeah by the way, when I got shot I also became blind. Yes blind. But don't trip because becoming blind is truly the best thing that ever happened to me. God only let the devil close the eyes on my face just to open up the eyes of my heart. When my physical eyes worked I saw no reason to live. Now that my spiritual eyes are open I see everything there is to live for. His name is Jesus. It ain't been perfect but ever since I let go and let God my life has been super duper blessed. Seriously it don't make sense. He's still got so much more. So if you want some come get some. Let me ask you. If you don't know where you stand with God or where you will go after you die, then who is the blind here. If you have any questions don't be shy we all family. Lord bless, keep, and love you, loto
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