Morals and lectures are scripts. Parents and teachers are directors. If the roles you act Does not stir your spirit, Discard the morals And trash the lectures. But woe to you, If you cross the Rubicon You will inherit the pang of a director You will craft a new script And with all thy might Will your character into existence. If you fail , we call it tragedy If you stone the world, its comedy Yet, in general life is authentic movie. For God made it so.
Even if the sunken sun Tucks in the radiance Of your Glory I will worship
And if the birds Sheds of their feathers And start writing letters To petition the coverage Of your Love….I will worship
Though the mountains May mount up their shoulders Like platoons of soldiers To fight the greatness Of your might I will still worship
Let the waters Overflow it borders And join forces with its brothers To alter the Altar Of their father I will worship
In the tininess of my voice In the thinness of my cords With the deafness of my breath From the creeks To the street From battle to castle
I will always Lift up my eyes Bring down my knees to your heels Stretch out my hands like the sand And bow in awe for you My all belongs to you
And I will not be silent Rather be violent Serving in your presence Because my life without Your essence Is a sentence without sense NONSENSE !
Let men cook up theories of Evolution I will stir up an army of Revolution That will invade Nations With a resolution That you are the God of all creations
I will not stop to give my Worship To your Lordship Because if I was not caught In your courtship I will have been a lost sheep Buried in the belly of hardship
Beyond the measure Of magnitude, Amplitude, latitude and Altitude I will worship
Darling,
You can let me see the whole you,
You can stand bare before me half dark, and still soar if you’ll just let me show you,
I know life has left you stripped of all the things you couldn’t have,
Swept you off your feet from heights you couldn’t dive,
Dared you with shocks you couldn’t nerve,
Will you let me be it’s one slave that wouldn’t serve?
I’ll defy my master and dare to die,
If you will let your hands fall by your sides,
Let not the darkness cause you lie, Cos I’m all black and still dare to fly,
To our advantage let’s stir the light,
That years from now when we add to age,
We would look back in time a time at dusk,
When unreachable seemed the giant’s tusks,
In a moment of shame and leap at once
we shadowed the form that birthed us,
Darling.
Christ a poet 