I used to head to A. G. most Sundays truly Right until my pops popped in another assembly Up in Abj, the irreligious allow arch-bars A friend told me once, never allow wack bars
So I dug into the Spirit I am in it cause I won it Shackles made of responsibility But I dance Yeah I praise By God l’mma glorify the Elohim
No need for the pressure or the inhibition That meat for the idols has become our culture But all the cattle and the hills are mine in the Lord I used to cower, now my freedom got my brothers Michael Jackson in disapproval.
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
As I looked up at the assailant Tears freely flowing like water With each thrust, he took a bit of my soul. Something broke, shattered in me Then he said, “Mum’s the word”
Looked at them, the ones who loved me, I want to tell them everything I felt But imagining the disappointment and shame I would bring, I told myself, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down, this time I’m on top My eyes dim, my soul dark I did to another what was done to me And I said, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down at the weapon That would keep me forever mum I sighed and wished Wished I hadn’t kept mum…
Life would’ve been a romance if Adam was home And Eve didn’t try to be woke. We would’ve walked the length and breath of the earth Without being broke. We would’ve plucked flowers and laid on grassy sheets Gazing up at the most beautiful sky. Life would’ve been a romance if she didn’t want what she already had. If he was there to remind her what they already are.
He would’ve taken a walk with her deep into the woods; Stopping at the zoo and playing a game of ‘catch me if you can’ in the cool. She would’ve taken a drink of water from the purest of rivers And watched the sun set from its bank. She might’ve been reminded of what they already had. And we would’ve stayed the same, feeling nothing of shame
Life would’ve been a garden, green with life and red with love. Children would’ve stayed innocent and grownups competent. The wild would’ve not preyed on the tamed. Evil would’ve not been retained. Life would’ve been a romance A walk in the park A camp around the fire A picnic at the beach And a kiss under the stars Life was meant to be a romance.
Listen Your heart beats a melody Listen The world rejoices in novelty Listen You are here by another’s will Listen The Word is how you navigate this Listen
You must be thirsty. What drink would you love? Water of life is always a great choice! We live in the feelings of these little choices. Live by choice.
Leave by choice Regrets and bitterness in past 31 Lift by choice Your spirits heights above where Jews lie Leafy choices Can be lost in this wind so hold tight Newness is your guest today Make the best of it
Dance! When you can and can’t You deserve presence, Gift yourself the present of you Now is a good time to live. So dance, teach time to Breathe, see, listen and feel Make it wait on you.
Let your hair down Breathe You’ve come this far See This is not destination Listen But home is where you are Feel The moon takes us through another 31 Live
Begin by breath. One. Two. Exhale the stress, excess, excuses. Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.
The journey of a thousand miles One step The expectation of many lives One thought This is reset if you don’t clone it Welcome to another opportunity Crown it
Continue by Sight. Lashes up and it’s a new day! We are always at the start of things And it’s okay.
And now that I have you here, Can you hear? Can we sit and lock hearts? Rest a while on my chest I will do same. We are simply different patterns from a cloth. Our roads have led us here. Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.
A farmer caught a pigeon Inside a cage, he nurtured it Now, the farmer to the bird, was mean He deprived it of life’s necessities.
The bird was kept in the house Denied access to sunlight, It grew up believing in the non-existence of light After all, it never saw the outside world.
Years later the farmer died And the farmer’s son, aloud said: “I have no need for this bird It is old and as good as dead”
Out he took the cage, Its door he opened expecting flapping wings, The bird which should have flown in rage Stood there, paralysed with astonishment.
The farmer took the bird out of the cage And carefully set it on its feet The bird with wings flew not Its mind was already crippled.
Many of us are like this proverbial bird JESUS CHRIST has set us free But still, we hold tight to the past Refusing to let go of a slave’s mentality
We all have been redeemed Let’s free ourselves from an old slavery Let’s soar to higher heights And not be crippled by our pasts.
Christ a poet 