I Was Not Born—I Was Sent

I didn’t stumble into this hour.
I was spoken into it.

I wasn’t shaped by history
I came with a scroll
that carries the history of another realm.

You may see flesh
but I was flame before breath.
I walked with the Lamb
before there were stars to look upon.

I did not arrive, I was deployed.
I did not rise, I was summoned.

The ache I feel is not confusion
it’s the memory
of a mission whispered before the womb.

I am not chasing purpose
I am a purpose wrapped in skin.
Every silence,
every cave,
every exile
was a refining of the decree I already carry.

I was not born.
I was sent.
And the One who sent me
is beginning to speak through me now.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️