At the age of thirteen

a marriage took place between

my paper and pen,

and since then

I’ve written poems.

Poems that have pulled folk from their seats,

causing them to stand to their feet.

Poems that have made them ooh and ah, and

Egg me on like saints do a preacher.

Because when I’ve hit the floor I’ve birthed these babies of words that

Wailed mellifluously from mic to speaker.

Yes I’ve written the kinds of poems

Poems that show ‘em just what I could do,

And I’d woo them with my mix of words

Cleverly placed adjectives, metaphors, nouns and verbs.

The call and response of what I’ve spit and what they heard.

But this ain’t that poem

This poem wasn’t crafted for the crowd’s ovation.

In fact, it’s likely not to receive much praise.

So, it’s ok if you don’t raise

Up from your seats on this one because that’s not the motivation.

A call to action best describes this poems design.

This poem is to pierce your heart and mind.

This poem is your awakening to time.

Because

We are preoccupied

And

It seems

Too many of God's people

Have forgotten what it means.

That separation between

Holy and unholy

Clean and unclean

And they fiend

Like Jodeci

In the 90s

For those old days

And they dibble and dabble

In their old ways.

So let me bring to your frontal lobe

Something that surely you've at least once been told.

When you mate with Lucifer you can expect to reproduce sin.

So don't be surprised,

Don't become wide eyed

Because you now find

Yourself yoked and bound again.

It’s like some trend

Sin now and pay later

As though the wages of sin aren’t death.

We've bought into the worldview of

Inclusion

Without exclusion

So we no longer live circumspect.

Like we care less about biblical text

That let us know clearly

Holiness

Without which no man will see God.

Yet, we live blinded eyes

In this mirage of

Sugarcoating

Like we don’t really know when

All we're doing

Is feeding ourselves lies.

Actions have consequences

And inactions just the same;

So, to leave an imprint on our brains

That things have got to change

She came.

Shifting foundations, raising roofs,

Relocating our comfort zones to show us proof

And Sandy was her name.

We’re too busy

It seems too many of God’s people have forgotten their first love

And everything under the Son we’ve too quickly placed above

The Son.

Making it increasingly evident

That we’ve made void,

View as irrelevant

The very one with our mouths we proclaim is Heaven Sent.

Bent

On doing things our way

We say we are saved yet

It’s less reality and more cliché.

Godliness we profess

But what do we display?

Then we wonder why history making storms sweep the land in our day,

And 20 year olds decide they'll change the dynamic of a nation by way of one quaint town with the bullets they spray!

Wake up!

This warning is two fold

He’s grabbing the attention of the world, but more the attention of the one’s He’s already told

Just in case you have trouble comprehending what it is that I mean,

And you need me to paint a more traditional scene,

Turn with me in your Bibles to II Chronicles 7:14.

If my people who are called by my name

Shall humble themselves and pray

And seek my face

And turn from their wicked ways

Then will I hear from heaven

And I will forgive their sin and I will heal their land

Funny we looked immediately to the sinner man

But can’t we see

That surely this is the reason

He’s allowing Hurricanes out of season

And violence that we equate to national treason

To awaken us to the time?

Bring back to hearts and minds

That we can no longer sit by

Idly going about our lives

Compromise and pretend all is fine?

But we must pull out the plumbline

Of His word, measure ourselves and get straight

Can’t debate with the world

If we lay prostrate in the ways of the world

But we must separate from the world

In order to gain the world

And when we maintain His ways before the world

Then we can see change in the world.

So, no

I got enough pieces that I can spit to get you to get up and clap and talk about how I ripped it.

I’m spitting this piece because I want us to get this

We gotta get ready and stay ready, so we can help usher in a revival of Godly repentance.

Get your house in order

That’s why He keeps disturbing the routine we are so used to

And this disturbance of business as usual won’t always be stayed with just a warning

But afterwhile He’ll let it continue.

Clean house, so we can get out and be about what we’ve been commissioned to do

It’s crucial

Because surely, He’s coming quickly,

Make sure He doesn’t leave you

You are now granted freedom

Not just to walk it

But to preach it

Not to contain it

But to leak it

That those around you

Can’t help but seek it

Not just to have it

But to speak it

Yet

Many of us are committing homicide Because while we see the signs of the time Men panting for the word of life

We sit back with closed mouths and go through the motions like we are Christian mimes

Why?

Why are we practicing to be quiet

When silence is so deadly?

Despite our church attendance

& our good intentions

When we depart these Spirit filled and empowering Conventions

Do we leave behind the fear and tension Open our mouths to dying men and mention Christ

His life

His love

His sacrifice

His blood

Or do we exercise the right to remain silent?

Do we hold onto the truth

As though it were our first born

Despite the fact that we feel the Spirit egging us on

Watch as they move on a tank of grace that’s close to empty

Simply

Because we

Can’t find a moment to represent Christ conveniently?

It’s so easy

For us to shout

Throughout devotion

On Sunday

But Monday

Many of us are deaf mute

But if you can’t

Share with anyone

The blessings you’ve received from the Son

Then maybe blessing you was of no use

Sometimes we’re sugarcoating it

Truth

We’re withholding it

Instead of standing flat foot and

Bold with it

Then wonder why the youth haven’t

Chosen it

I suppose its

Because

We tell them we’ve arrived

When our actions show we ain’t even on the way

And they are going

By what we are and aren’t showing

Rather than simply by what we say

They can discern a faith walk

From a fake walk

Practiced from just that which we profess

And scrimmage to find

Something here of worth

When the world makes holiness

Look worthless

IT’S TIME TO SPEAK

When the infallible Word

Has been reduced to just

An ancient text

We’ve set it aside

In favor of compromise With economic tyranny Abortion on demand Scientific explosions Technological expanse

All manner of drugs, power, violence, sex

My God only knows what’s next

Now the government

Who on God’s word based the Constitution

Is now a part of stirring the pot of this boiling moral confusion

No longer in God we trust

Now they are sanctioning sin

Telling us that it’s the same constitution that says it’s right for her to marry her and him to marry him

While THEY were having Visions of Inclusion

Independent of sin’s exclusion

Have you asked yourself

Where was I?

They say silence is deadly

And while prostrate

We’ve lied

In our own agenda and desires

For these borrowed lives

Many souls around us have met their demise

Souls

They are Waiting for us Ears twitching

Intently listening

Wishing we would come

Because they see the news

And by it they’re not so confused

They understand that this thing is just about done

They may not be able to articulate

That it’s the tribulation that they anticipate

But we who are called to be this world’s silicate

Are being told to go, yet we respond wait

But

We have been given salvation To be ministers of reconciliation Bridging the separation

And leading men and women out of sin and degradation

Into the light

And uplift of Christ

So we have an obligation

To begin

To open our mouths and speak life

Like

Paul

Who was converted and straightway preached Christ in the synagogues

He didn’t go in with vain babbling, but preached Christ was the

Son of God

Look at how then the churches were edified

And walking in the fear of the Lord and comfort of the Spirit

Were multiplied

Or like Peter and John Who spake so boldly that Sadducees were grieved

But all the while that the enemy was grieved

About five thousand men heard the word and believed

It was when

God’s people boldly proclaimed his Word

That miracles were wrought amidst all who heard

So if it happened back then I think it not absurd

That it can happen again if God’s people would just get stirred

Up from our seats of comfort and ease

We’ve

Become content to be called His people

While remaining safe and secure

Underneath church steeples

But what would have happened if the early disciples

Closed their mouths to the world and did the same thing we do

Will we

Accept the challenge

For the sake of the lost

Will we fix this imbalance And really count up the cost Of Christianity

Venture out boldly

And preach Christ and the cross?

Will we take seriously the words Christ spake as true

When He said but ye shall receive power after that the Holy

Ghost has come upon you

Or will we read about the power of the Holy Ghost in full

Yet believe in increments

Thinking to ourselves that we are not the witnesses Christ meant

Or continue to make excuses when all the while we know

That He was speaking to us when He said to GO?

We must be the continuum

Of the work of the Son

Understanding that if we follow Christ

He left a work to be done

It is written greater works shall we complete For this cause we are compelled to SPEAK Speak instead of just letting them walk by

Speak when you hear that young girl’s soul cry

Speak even if you feel you are just too shy

Speak because so many are trapped in sin about to die

Speak because if you don’t the enemy will stay in their ear

And what they needed to know was that there was hope from

someone who’d been there

Speak because you holding back is just not fair

Speak because to know that someone’s blood may be required

at your hands is too much to bear

Speak because you may be the vessel used to grant them release

Speak NOW

or forever let go of your peace

You are now granted freedom

Not just to walk it

But to preach it Not to contain it But to leak it

That those around you

Can’t help but seek it

Not just to have it

Not just to have it

Not just to have it

But

To speak it