Is it safe?
I do not have a degree nor do I excel in my studies. I’m not a convict but I sit around a table full of them. I believe in people who steal and con; lie and cheat; in them I see destiny. I do not keep a standard like “they” do, neither do I talk about ministry. I talk about their lives and lesson one, love as much as I can. I’ve failed badly a couple of times but by His amazing grace I’m found. I’m just an infanteer, nothing fancy. Nameless, faceless. But I’ve dreams of telling stories, stories of these people with a name, a face, called and chosen.
I need your runway lights to burn for me. And if you say that I can come around, I’m coming home, if these wheels touch down. We’ll make it work, I need your light, guide me in. I won’t let you down.
Is it safe?
