When you look at me what do you see?
Is it the reality or what you want me to be?
I am walking the halls again just as before.
Now they are adorned with Saints and more.
Will they ever get to know me as You do?
Or like before maybe I’ll fail them too.
No I am not like the ones you have come to know.
No I am not looking to be another stand-in for the show.
Polished and picturesque but now with an added ethnic flair.
From here it looks remarkably ordinary the longer I stare.
Here comes the priest to do his Godly work on my heart.
Kind words of wisdom and encouragement to impart.
Could you put away the broom, Father, for Christ’s sake?
Cause knowing me I still got a lot of messes left to make.
But I promise to keep struggling, to keep showing up.
I promise I’ll meet you where I am, just bring the Cup.
Just don’t expect a sanitized version of me to emerge.
A creation of your imagination’s wholesome surge.
I won’t be yet another good christian family man in your Church.
You will cry for unmet expectations and get left in the lurch.
If I leave this life with a little less hate in my heart you have won.
If I leave this life with a little more love then your work is done.
I will not be undone by you.
Me you will not undo.”
-CL Fuqua
