Merchant of Words

May these words roll off my tongue forever
For I am a merchant of words
Trafficking these emotions
Like they’re something for you to cling to
My despair and my hope
Open in this
Open in this
And I hope that they are something to you
We could talk for hours about everything you’ve been through
And I would still
Never
Know
But I believe in differences
Like I believe in motivation
And I believe in striving for joy
Though it seems another planet
I believe someday I’ll land on it
In fact I am convinced of this thing I’ve never seen
Of this place I’ve never been
And though I can pluck those moments
Like feathers from the breast of happiness
They blow away with the lightest breeze
And I imagine that’s not so foreign for you to believe
I made a friend on warm summer night
Underneath an overpass
He told his last name was Champ
And tha t he was headed towards the top of world
He’d been homeless for a while, he said
But it was a just a little while, he said
And that little while didn’t go to his head
He had lost all that he had
So he’s right to look a little sad
But he laughed cause no matter what
He would be always a champ
He hadn’t seen God in a while, he said
But it was just a little while, he said
And that little while went straight to his head
Like a secret from the devil:
“God hates you—wants you dead”
And he believed the words
That were whispered in his ear on his asphalt bed
May these words roll off my tongue forever
For I am a merchant of words
Trafficking these emotions
Like they’re something for you to cling to
My despair and my hope
Open under this overpass
Open under this overpass
And I hope that they are something to you
We could talk for hours about everything you’ve been through
And I would still
Never
Know
Where all the people who drove by where going?
And the Bible I presented
Was better spent presented to the fire
Page by page of salvation discarded to warm the hands
As Mathew Mark Luke and John are thrown into the flame
It is a lot to claim
That I could carry anything
That would mean anything
To be a soothing word for any thing
You have seen
And I am risking that you might despair with me
At the thoughts roaring outside my door
Which is very tempting indeed
But I stand inside the frame with a savior
Who knows my name
Who is stronger than the cold
So I’m not afraid to be bold
And say the words that seem impossible
That they may they roll off my tongue forever with no shame
In hopes that some will believe the same
And for every page discarded
I’ll trust it was because of me
And not because the savior drove by carelessly

(c) Marty Schoenleber III 2013

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