This Ain't That Poem
|Posted by TL Murphy on December 17, 2012 at 11:00 AM|
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.
We are preoccupied
Too many of God's people
Have forgotten what it means.
That separation between
Holy and unholy
Clean and unclean
And they fiend
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
So we no longer live circumspect.
Like we care less about biblical text
That let us know clearly
Without which no man will see God.
Yet, we live blinded eyes
In this mirage of
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
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
Making it increasingly evident
That we’ve made void,
View as irrelevant
The very one with our mouths we proclaim is Heaven Sent.
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!
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.
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
Because surely, He’s coming quickly,
Make sure He doesn’t leave you
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