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.
Obedience.
Surrender.
So, I don't do what I do for me.
Will simply follow superior orders.
He has His purposes.
His work of great craftsmanship.
Bloodied by extraction. 

Like fine wine from the distillery.
Charged to the lighted furnace.
Treated to a heated burner.
Poured from bottle to bottle.
Till sediment is removed. 

Like the nation in the desert.
Wondering as lost.
But led by unseen guides.
Traveling not touring. 

Or His friend Abram.
Camping from tent to tent.
Tempted yet trusting.
Until the Fulfillment. 

Like His Holy Son.
Learning obedience through pain.
Understanding reproach.
Embracing the Cross.
Rediscovering humanity fallen.
Living from eternity.
Enduring the contrast.
For greater joy.
For glory untold, unmatched. 

Future repeated.
I see.
I clearly see.
What unseen ecstasy!
What hope of glory!
I heard.
Words of assurance.
Peace from the Prince.
Redeemer.
Desire of the ages.
I have a Master.
He is.
I Am.
Undercover.
Boss.
Lover.

Selah.