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