Sela… Drink…

Isisela – The Drinker

Drink, drink, drink –
This cup is yours; it brims and spills,
A river of plenty for thirsty souls.
This cup is yours,
It overflows for you.
These were meant to be our vines and not our vices.

Isela – The Thief

Run, run, run,
The head has fallen.
What once grew as vines of plenty
Twists now as vices that choke the tree.
The head has fallen,
Drunk not by fate,
But by hands craving too much of their own will.
Their grasp turned blessings into curses.

Selah – The Prayer

When did our vines sour into vices?
When did the roots we trusted coil around us?
When did we crown ourselves in glory,
Only to kneel as slaves beneath it?
Redeem us from what left us faithless.
Selah – Amen, whisper through the trees,
Restore the vines and set us free.
Selah – Amen, as light breaks again,
Heal the broken, make us whole.
Redeem us, spring of grace.
Selah – Amen.

-I go by Monyane…