UNDERCOVER BOSS LOVER
Today. Third Facebook account. First two shut down as prompted. Thousands of contacts extinguished. Private page. Public pages. Groups. Likes. Shares. Comments. Given up. Future. Wondering what would become of this. Strictly His call. Boss. Space-lord. Cyber and beyond. Building no personal empires. Not desirous of brand or band. Name and fame, irrelevant. Is there not a cause? Indeed, a greater cause. Call. Every day is a blessing. Every breath a gift. Every sight an honor. Each ticking time is timeless. An opportunity slowly passing. Or, fast fading like a vapor. Departure. Mercy, mercy, dear God! Commissioned by fire! No intellectual decode. Deciphered by heart. No, not a rookie, not this. Yes, didn't start today. Many reasons to bloat. But nothing means anything. And anything means nothing. Count all but dung. That I might win Him. Laying every Isaac on the altar. Again and again and again. Starting all over at His bidding. Tough call. Nevertheless at Your word....