The Word
In the beginning was the word, not video
Not the visual, imagery, allegorical
thoughts
That permeates through idevices
I see vices, fights and ISIS
Taking over with might and access
Fact is that we gave them power
And at what cost are we willing to pay for a
couple of followers to feed us
addictive additives adding to attitudes?
Plenitude of boasting, pride and lust
Evaporating into the atmosphere
Emanating from the stench of sin.
Are we blind to read what is going on?
Maybe we are,
Setting our gazes far and wide,
Scrolling up and down, side to side,
seeking for attention to be met
With networks, fames, and glory
Rather than allowing God to gauge us
To gaze at the stars that enumerates our
Descendants.
Allowing God to be bound to his promises,
Far as the eyes can see,
I can see his promises,
Synonymous with heritage,
I declare it to be true.
Allowing God to hear our prayers and
answer them faithfully because He is a
Good Father, I pray His promises!
Allowing God to stay true to His words that
will never return void,
He will never be annoyed at His people's
praises, I praise His promises!
Allowing God to call us into deeper waters,
I can't stay in this kiddie pool, I need the
oceans!
Waves upon waves crashing into me
And I'll never fear because My God will
protect me through the end!
I'll never stop seeing His promises,
I'll never stop praying His promises,
I'll never stop praising His promises!
Cause He is good
Even when life hit us with a hook, jab, and
haymaker,
Even when we can't outrun them like
Mayweather!
And that's not a shade because I rather
take the hits like Sweet Jesus did,
Taking all the spit from the dirt He created
And from Dust to Dust we will return to
Because I'm dust,
Muddy from tears shed,
Rugged from fit of rage,
Dirty from littered debris,
Hardened from illicit acts,
Cracking from pounding expectations,
Settling into a smog of solitude.
And
I can't help it if I feel alone in this heavily
visual saturated stain filled glass we call life
It can be a bit difficult to see through the
mud masking the heavenly bodies guiding
my soul across the chasm of Death,
Knowing full well that there are traps in
every steps of the way,
snares waiting to snatch my feet
underground,
To meet the undertaker and grovel with
gravels on my head to the grave
Yards and yards of bones naked and bare
Whispering, reminding me that
I have stains in my purity,
Yards and yards of bones naked and bare
Shouting, reminding me that
My heart lost its security,
My mind lofted with impurity making
My body feel mutiny and surrendering
My nature in ambiguity.
I am lost in translation
I need guidance,
And that's why I trust the Word over video
Everyday of the week.
The Verb making His way through time,
Space and cultural verbiage
Transcending over all yet never seeing fit to
stay in awe of His heavenly glory, but to
give up His divine place in the Heavens only
to reach down the grave and resurrect my
dry bones from the pit of Hell!
So don't try to shush me while I'm praising
Him!
Don't try to belittle me while I magnify Him!
It's not going to work because I know His
promises!
Because I know that in the beginning was
the Word!