Dear Muslim friend...
This is just to say that I’ll love you to the end
I’ll love you till you bend
& accept that God wants to be more than a friend
To you
He created us for worship, Yeah!
So that we might adore and fear
Him; but not as servants, rather as heirs
He loves you so much he counts the strands of your hair
Slave master don’t care for such details
Only fathers do; helping you up when you fail
He loves you so much he sent his only son to your aid
I’m sure you know about how Adam derailed
And sold out the authority over the earth’s details...
I’m sure you know about the sin nature
That crept over every creature
Subjecting man to the devil’s pleasure
Do you think our righteous works can redeem this lost treasure?
Our meditations, our prayers without measure?
No! I know it is not so...
Tell you what, I found hope
I have found out how to conquer the devil’s host
We can once again be sons; I do not wrongly boast
Instead of servants, always washing to
Cleanse our wrongs in the physical mode
I found how to be purified at once
Be justified, walk worthy, & sing joyful songs
Instead of sad tunes; & stand before God as sons
I found it at the foot of the cross
I know you believe in payment for forgiveness of sins
But this is already paid for, it’s free
Don’t take offence that hope hangs on a “common tree”
It’s not common, for your redemption that guy that hung there did bleed
He went down to hell when he was buried
And took back our authority
Sounds implausible; but with God nothing is impossible
I know you believe even though it sounds like a riddle
When he rose; we rose with him and became indomitable
Even as we were buried with him with all our troubles
Conquerors of evil
He built in us new genes
In all who believe in him; even the once in baggy jeans
& gave us grace to be called sons without sins
You believe in grace, you told me since
Grace for sonship is what he brings
I mean this mighty Prince
So we can become kings...
Love shares it’s very best
& my best is this good news that I confess
That the guy who hung on that tree is Jesus
The first to overcome all of life’s and death’s tests
On my knees I pray & plead; join me on this conquest
To get you to heaven’s steps
Cos’ without the son, none can enter the Father’s rest
It’s not so tough, just confess
Jesus as your lord & saviour & put your heart to rest!
I’ll always love you even till the very end
Yes! I’ll love you till you bend
And accept Jesus as your friend
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
VOLTRON
Listen to what the church has become; please do not hate this
Sounds like we’ve all become denomination racists
“Oh! You’re a catholic; you’re the Baptist; makes you a ‘late-ist’”
The one body now has many faces
Different revs and religious revivals in phases
Paul’s letter to the Ephesians would not appreciate this
John would go through another Patmos to change this
‘cos the church doctrine didn’t have many pages
As it was then, so it should be now; 1 love to conquer Hades
One body, One Spirit; but some say this -
“We don’t celebrate Christmas its
Pagan worship”
When did ‘we’ become the replacement for ‘us-ship?’
Thought love was why we embraced God in relationship
& surrendered to Jesus’ Lordship
Like Judas we’ve chosen the unrighteous kiss
Broken the hedge for the dark forces
Taken up sides with them, contempt, malice & religious dis
“You wore trousers to church lady, you can’t touch this”
- ‘cos It’s Holy -
“If you don’t pray on bended knees, then u r unholy”
Bias and prejudice has become our folly
Oh! The Church has become such a gory story
So much hate within, that even the world is in worry
We now pursue doctrine, instead of God’s glory
We accuse other denominations with one finger
About ‘untrue’ doctrines; but four fingers
Point at us for judging other leaders
It is one Christ that redeemed all and the “Redeemers”
Yet the female whose hair is uncovered is an unbeliever?
Some say drums will bring in evil spirits?
So it’s just percussions; what happened to purity
in the presence of the Holy spirit?
Others claim it’s wrong to claim the trinity
Some say the church is not complete without the mother in unity
For some worship does the trick; for others? Prayer is the key
If we are one body, then why so much disparities?
Ministries springing up with nothing for ministry
So congested, the church has become ‘nuisance’ to streets
& if you do not attend mine; my disposition towards you is punitive
Even if you do, you still do not have immunity
‘Cos righteousness has ‘unrighteously’ become an award for piety
Some G.Os not understanding charity
Such that their congregations sit based on hierarchy
Like a food chain, the poor end up outside the pews
Interactions based on class and point of views
Can’t shake hands with him ‘cos he has holes in his shoes
If her colognes do not punch your lungs then you do not punch her digits
The Ambassadors are misrepresenting their nation
Tearing apart the body of Lord of all creation
The cross suffers this much humiliation
Yet the truth is avoided like tax evasion
I will speak like Isaiah & I will not tire
Unity of the church is my only desire
For in it lies the power of the Messiah
If Christ is the head on which the whole church is wired
Then he cannot penetrate the earth without his hands,
His legs, his chest, his liver, his hearts,
His lungs, his kidneys working together,
Only through Unity can we fulfil the master’s master plan
Let us do church without walls; follow God & not man
Connect & fully harness the powers of the ‘CHURCH’
The entire body without division
Be a formidable voltron
& posses the earth until the head returns.
Sounds like we’ve all become denomination racists
“Oh! You’re a catholic; you’re the Baptist; makes you a ‘late-ist’”
The one body now has many faces
Different revs and religious revivals in phases
Paul’s letter to the Ephesians would not appreciate this
John would go through another Patmos to change this
‘cos the church doctrine didn’t have many pages
As it was then, so it should be now; 1 love to conquer Hades
One body, One Spirit; but some say this -
“We don’t celebrate Christmas its
Pagan worship”
When did ‘we’ become the replacement for ‘us-ship?’
Thought love was why we embraced God in relationship
& surrendered to Jesus’ Lordship
Like Judas we’ve chosen the unrighteous kiss
Broken the hedge for the dark forces
Taken up sides with them, contempt, malice & religious dis
“You wore trousers to church lady, you can’t touch this”
- ‘cos It’s Holy -
“If you don’t pray on bended knees, then u r unholy”
Bias and prejudice has become our folly
Oh! The Church has become such a gory story
So much hate within, that even the world is in worry
We now pursue doctrine, instead of God’s glory
We accuse other denominations with one finger
About ‘untrue’ doctrines; but four fingers
Point at us for judging other leaders
It is one Christ that redeemed all and the “Redeemers”
Yet the female whose hair is uncovered is an unbeliever?
Some say drums will bring in evil spirits?
So it’s just percussions; what happened to purity
in the presence of the Holy spirit?
Others claim it’s wrong to claim the trinity
Some say the church is not complete without the mother in unity
For some worship does the trick; for others? Prayer is the key
If we are one body, then why so much disparities?
Ministries springing up with nothing for ministry
So congested, the church has become ‘nuisance’ to streets
& if you do not attend mine; my disposition towards you is punitive
Even if you do, you still do not have immunity
‘Cos righteousness has ‘unrighteously’ become an award for piety
Some G.Os not understanding charity
Such that their congregations sit based on hierarchy
Like a food chain, the poor end up outside the pews
Interactions based on class and point of views
Can’t shake hands with him ‘cos he has holes in his shoes
If her colognes do not punch your lungs then you do not punch her digits
The Ambassadors are misrepresenting their nation
Tearing apart the body of Lord of all creation
The cross suffers this much humiliation
Yet the truth is avoided like tax evasion
I will speak like Isaiah & I will not tire
Unity of the church is my only desire
For in it lies the power of the Messiah
If Christ is the head on which the whole church is wired
Then he cannot penetrate the earth without his hands,
His legs, his chest, his liver, his hearts,
His lungs, his kidneys working together,
Only through Unity can we fulfil the master’s master plan
Let us do church without walls; follow God & not man
Connect & fully harness the powers of the ‘CHURCH’
The entire body without division
Be a formidable voltron
& posses the earth until the head returns.
Friday, September 17, 2010
C.I.M: CHRIST R.I.O.T.
C.I.M: CHRIST R.I.O.T.: "This is the R.I.O.T The Righteous Invasion Of Truth Where Jesus is the pilot Of the flight, that transforms every youth & upgrades oldies & ..."
CHRIST R.I.O.T.
This is the R.I.O.T
The Righteous Invasion Of Truth
Where Jesus is the pilot
Of the flight, that transforms every youth
& upgrades oldies & grannies in Zion
Through more than just zune, I-tunes & Utube
The flight model is futuristic
The flight attendants are CHRIST fanatics
All passengers are TRUTH addicts
Destination is to get the gospel contemporarily infused
Into the life’s of all who believe
& do not hesitate to receive
The laws that are now written on our hearts & spirits
Therefore, when the need arises we retrieve
& instantly preach it
Yes! This storm preaches Christ
On the web, Christ on the billboards
Yeah! Right in your eyes
Christ on the TV; darkness we don’t pity
Christ on the radio; top-rated music videos
Not Christ with ‘em halos
But Christ in Jeans; on twitter you follow
Christ on your phones; the buzz of your ringtones
Calendars in your homes
Paintings in your living rooms; towels in your bathroom
Christ in the loo; tiles by the pool
Christ on your desktop; wallpapers on your laptops
Icons on your palmtops
Christ on your t-shirts; designers gone berserk
Trousers by iceberg; Footwears at the concerts
Christ on your paint jobs; Christ chromes for your drop tops
Stick-ups on your dashboards
Christ on all soft-sells; rephrased in your novels
Christ in the video games; pieces on your board games
Christ in your veins; arteries, spine and brains
Christ in the cinemas; trailers and premiers
Sold-out Broadway theatres
Christ on the hit-charts; the flows in the LPs
Christ rhythm for the beats; rhymes in the lyrics
Christ again in the remix
Christ without film tricks; but billions in the box office
Mind-blowing 3Ds and animes
Christ at the awards; from the lips of Emcees
Christ at the Oscars; backdrops at the Emmys
Golden globes and the Grammys
Ministrations at the MAMAs; spirit-filled BETs
Christ on the ‘O’; raised roofs & mouthed ‘Ohs’
Christ is Lord everywhere; VJs on Trace say so
Christ, the DJs spin; Mnet proclaims His grandioso
Pole position on Forbes; Christ on Wall Street & like lanes
Christ in all biz; all spheres and games
Christ without limits
Christ as we live it
It is the Christ R.I.O.T; where Jesus is the Pilot
& we have just one R.O.U.T.E
Rebooting Origins and Understandings Through Evangelism!
Christ in all your –isms!
Aha!
The Righteous Invasion Of Truth
Where Jesus is the pilot
Of the flight, that transforms every youth
& upgrades oldies & grannies in Zion
Through more than just zune, I-tunes & Utube
The flight model is futuristic
The flight attendants are CHRIST fanatics
All passengers are TRUTH addicts
Destination is to get the gospel contemporarily infused
Into the life’s of all who believe
& do not hesitate to receive
The laws that are now written on our hearts & spirits
Therefore, when the need arises we retrieve
& instantly preach it
Yes! This storm preaches Christ
On the web, Christ on the billboards
Yeah! Right in your eyes
Christ on the TV; darkness we don’t pity
Christ on the radio; top-rated music videos
Not Christ with ‘em halos
But Christ in Jeans; on twitter you follow
Christ on your phones; the buzz of your ringtones
Calendars in your homes
Paintings in your living rooms; towels in your bathroom
Christ in the loo; tiles by the pool
Christ on your desktop; wallpapers on your laptops
Icons on your palmtops
Christ on your t-shirts; designers gone berserk
Trousers by iceberg; Footwears at the concerts
Christ on your paint jobs; Christ chromes for your drop tops
Stick-ups on your dashboards
Christ on all soft-sells; rephrased in your novels
Christ in the video games; pieces on your board games
Christ in your veins; arteries, spine and brains
Christ in the cinemas; trailers and premiers
Sold-out Broadway theatres
Christ on the hit-charts; the flows in the LPs
Christ rhythm for the beats; rhymes in the lyrics
Christ again in the remix
Christ without film tricks; but billions in the box office
Mind-blowing 3Ds and animes
Christ at the awards; from the lips of Emcees
Christ at the Oscars; backdrops at the Emmys
Golden globes and the Grammys
Ministrations at the MAMAs; spirit-filled BETs
Christ on the ‘O’; raised roofs & mouthed ‘Ohs’
Christ is Lord everywhere; VJs on Trace say so
Christ, the DJs spin; Mnet proclaims His grandioso
Pole position on Forbes; Christ on Wall Street & like lanes
Christ in all biz; all spheres and games
Christ without limits
Christ as we live it
It is the Christ R.I.O.T; where Jesus is the Pilot
& we have just one R.O.U.T.E
Rebooting Origins and Understandings Through Evangelism!
Christ in all your –isms!
Aha!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
JESUS IN JEANS - THE NOVEL
Imagine Jesus walking on water and you are on the third mainland bridge...in a traffic...and He's waving at you...
JAY IN LAGOS?
Just keep ur fingers crossed for this...it'll rock you
JAY IN LAGOS?
Just keep ur fingers crossed for this...it'll rock you
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
LIAR
Let me burst your bubble a bit
Just a bit...
Remember when you fell ill? Yes...that time
Did you ever call on God?
Yet you deny him...
Remember when you almost got hit?
What was the first word you said? Jesus right?
Yet He doesn’t exist to you...
Remember when you almost choked?
99% heads says you were scared of death;
Yet you lived...who made that happen?
You know how much a day under an oxygen mask
Costs?
ICU says ‘bout #180, 000; multiply that by the number
Of days you’ve lived...you’ve breathed free of charge...
You know how much top dogs pay for security?
#20, 000 at least for 1 security guard;
Multiply that by the number of days you’ve lived -
Under God’s protection (Psalm 91)...
Have I blown your cover yet?
Just hold on!
You know how many blind people live on earth today?
About 40 million...
Yet you are reading this...
You are all decked up in flashy wears proud of the sanity
That’s not even yours...
How many naked people pass you by
On the street daily?
You know, if i were you i’d be on my knees right now
Begging God to forgive me for being such a block head!
For ever feeling i’ve made it this far on my own!
For priding in my abilities, my skills, my suits & ties, my gowns,
My contacts & networks, my parents, my mansions, my cadillacs,
My blackberries & Ipads, my Corporations, my church duties,
my looks,
And not in my GOD!
If I were you, i’d say just 1 deep heartfelt
“Thank you GOD” for everything I am & own...
But i’m not you and you could have better words...
Just appreciate GOD... and quit the denial
Just a bit...
Remember when you fell ill? Yes...that time
Did you ever call on God?
Yet you deny him...
Remember when you almost got hit?
What was the first word you said? Jesus right?
Yet He doesn’t exist to you...
Remember when you almost choked?
99% heads says you were scared of death;
Yet you lived...who made that happen?
You know how much a day under an oxygen mask
Costs?
ICU says ‘bout #180, 000; multiply that by the number
Of days you’ve lived...you’ve breathed free of charge...
You know how much top dogs pay for security?
#20, 000 at least for 1 security guard;
Multiply that by the number of days you’ve lived -
Under God’s protection (Psalm 91)...
Have I blown your cover yet?
Just hold on!
You know how many blind people live on earth today?
About 40 million...
Yet you are reading this...
You are all decked up in flashy wears proud of the sanity
That’s not even yours...
How many naked people pass you by
On the street daily?
You know, if i were you i’d be on my knees right now
Begging God to forgive me for being such a block head!
For ever feeling i’ve made it this far on my own!
For priding in my abilities, my skills, my suits & ties, my gowns,
My contacts & networks, my parents, my mansions, my cadillacs,
My blackberries & Ipads, my Corporations, my church duties,
my looks,
And not in my GOD!
If I were you, i’d say just 1 deep heartfelt
“Thank you GOD” for everything I am & own...
But i’m not you and you could have better words...
Just appreciate GOD... and quit the denial
Saturday, September 11, 2010
RUSH HOUR 4
The world is in such a rush...
So much it doesn’t mean compliments anymore
It asks ‘how are you?’ and doesn’t wait for a reply...
Spends 18hrs with nobody at work
& spends 30 minutes with the kids and family...
Skips the bus queue
Only to get knocked down by a motorbike...
Prefers fast food only to end-up
With food poisoning and diabetes...
The young ones wish they could grow faster
So they could leave home
Only to grow old and stay at home all day...
The world thinks up a zillion ideas in ten minutes
And never utilizes any one
Instead of spending time to think about just one...
The world rushes through school
Only to get unemployed...
Depends so much on fast computers
That brains are rendered useless...
Depend on fast cars and jets
And have begun to groom annoying and toxic fat...
Instant messaging on Blackberry’s and the likes
For delivery of sad news & consumption
Of potentially productive time...
The money rolls in fast
But the hospital bills roll in too...
Work hard & fast & die young; sounds like a theme song...
The world is such a blur
You can hardly cross your room without getting run down...
It’s such a blur
Family and friends can hardly remember your name...
If some could, they’d live 48hrs in one day...
So fast they forget that speed isn’t motion; ask the sun...
The world gets so speed compliant & forgets;
God has stayed in one position forever
Being God!
Just saying
everything has a purpose
& every purpose has a time for fulfilment
& that time can only be found in God
...
The world would be a lot easier and slower
If it knew GOD!
Don’t you think?
So much it doesn’t mean compliments anymore
It asks ‘how are you?’ and doesn’t wait for a reply...
Spends 18hrs with nobody at work
& spends 30 minutes with the kids and family...
Skips the bus queue
Only to get knocked down by a motorbike...
Prefers fast food only to end-up
With food poisoning and diabetes...
The young ones wish they could grow faster
So they could leave home
Only to grow old and stay at home all day...
The world thinks up a zillion ideas in ten minutes
And never utilizes any one
Instead of spending time to think about just one...
The world rushes through school
Only to get unemployed...
Depends so much on fast computers
That brains are rendered useless...
Depend on fast cars and jets
And have begun to groom annoying and toxic fat...
Instant messaging on Blackberry’s and the likes
For delivery of sad news & consumption
Of potentially productive time...
The money rolls in fast
But the hospital bills roll in too...
Work hard & fast & die young; sounds like a theme song...
The world is such a blur
You can hardly cross your room without getting run down...
It’s such a blur
Family and friends can hardly remember your name...
If some could, they’d live 48hrs in one day...
So fast they forget that speed isn’t motion; ask the sun...
The world gets so speed compliant & forgets;
God has stayed in one position forever
Being God!
Just saying
everything has a purpose
& every purpose has a time for fulfilment
& that time can only be found in God
...
The world would be a lot easier and slower
If it knew GOD!
Don’t you think?
Thursday, September 9, 2010
IMAGINE YOU A LADY & GOD TOASTING YOU
What would you do if G-O-D [7” and hunky] pulled up in a 2050 graft Bentley besides you on a paved walk way, spotting some sweltering Paul Smith legs, Phat farm denims, some customised H & C cuffs, cool Aviators, some diamond on his right ear [optional], custom Louis Vutton belts – branded L-U-V, and some maddening Boss cologne, without any wrist watch though [No! He doesn’t need a time piece cos he is Time – the same yesterday, today and forever] and you are a chick?
He alights and opens those sweet pink lips giving off this sonorous voice that just melts your inners; butterflies and wasps flying & buzzing simultaneously in your tummy and intestines... and while you stagger, He goes...
G-O-D: Hey pretty, would you mind me taking a walk with you?
One thing about Him, He’s not forceful, He seeks permission to even walk with peeps He’s crazy about... “Behold i stand at the door and knock... he that hears and opens...i will come in and dwell with him” – so full of graces, courtesy, and politeness even though He is the creator of all things...check it!
G-O-D: You see, i just couldn’t resist the grace, that surrounds you like a halo... i just had to say hi... and maybe take you to lunch @ the Restaurant le Gardene O’eden...the truth is, the beauty your heart pulses
is so forceful my 36 cylinders went static...
He continues and his serene swag mows you off the side-walk...
Say! What would you do...?
The attributes used were just about earthly beggarly wealth...nothing compared to the garments of gold [and other hard rocks humans haven’t found the set words for yet] he dorns in heaven...in His awesome majesty He is saying all of the above and more...When He looks at you, He sees a sleeping beauty [awaiting awakening] even though the world sees a Shrek...He sees an Oral Roberts even though the world sees Tom Sawyer... He sees in you the Mt. Everest even though the world sees a mole hill in you...whether you are a dude or a chick...
He wants to date you and love you... c'mon allow Him take you on THE TRIP of your life...ready to?
click on I CONFESS
He alights and opens those sweet pink lips giving off this sonorous voice that just melts your inners; butterflies and wasps flying & buzzing simultaneously in your tummy and intestines... and while you stagger, He goes...
G-O-D: Hey pretty, would you mind me taking a walk with you?
One thing about Him, He’s not forceful, He seeks permission to even walk with peeps He’s crazy about... “Behold i stand at the door and knock... he that hears and opens...i will come in and dwell with him” – so full of graces, courtesy, and politeness even though He is the creator of all things...check it!
G-O-D: You see, i just couldn’t resist the grace, that surrounds you like a halo... i just had to say hi... and maybe take you to lunch @ the Restaurant le Gardene O’eden...the truth is, the beauty your heart pulses
is so forceful my 36 cylinders went static...
He continues and his serene swag mows you off the side-walk...
Say! What would you do...?
The attributes used were just about earthly beggarly wealth...nothing compared to the garments of gold [and other hard rocks humans haven’t found the set words for yet] he dorns in heaven...in His awesome majesty He is saying all of the above and more...When He looks at you, He sees a sleeping beauty [awaiting awakening] even though the world sees a Shrek...He sees an Oral Roberts even though the world sees Tom Sawyer... He sees in you the Mt. Everest even though the world sees a mole hill in you...whether you are a dude or a chick...
He wants to date you and love you... c'mon allow Him take you on THE TRIP of your life...ready to?
click on I CONFESS
Sunday, September 5, 2010
TOP BILLING - OPRAH DENIES CHRIST
When the attainment of the status of celebrity intoxicates, people tend to forget where their loyalties lie...
Oprah, a one time church girl blatantly denies the supremacy of Christ, yet Christians still celebrate her?
Some would say because of her good works - well, uunderstand this good works are not counted unto righteousness in this dispensation of grace...it is our faith and confessions that are are counted as righteousness to us - so Oprah "fans", "fanning" Oprah places you against the precept of the one you Adore - Christ...
Remember - if the things of this world "are god" worship them, but if Christ is the manifest image of God, Worship him!
Holla
Oprah, a one time church girl blatantly denies the supremacy of Christ, yet Christians still celebrate her?
Some would say because of her good works - well, uunderstand this good works are not counted unto righteousness in this dispensation of grace...it is our faith and confessions that are are counted as righteousness to us - so Oprah "fans", "fanning" Oprah places you against the precept of the one you Adore - Christ...
Remember - if the things of this world "are god" worship them, but if Christ is the manifest image of God, Worship him!
Holla
POETRY - BREATHE
When Noah’s bar excites my taste
And my cup runneth over, to waste
When the desires of the world intoxicates
And this crimson heart reminds me I’m not chaste
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Abraham’s faith becomes my scorn
And pressures get me unneeded prizes I can’t return
When uncertainties rage and storm
And the demands to deceive make me feel like a worm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Joseph’s brothers sell me out
And my master desires my mouth
When labour like prisons shuts me out
And hope like rivers toss me about
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Moses’ staff in my palm gets heavy
And every limb in me complains; get weighty
When my mistakes feel designed already
And my Mt. Sinai makes me feel lazy
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Samson’s strength eludes my arm
And the dark lords chase in swarms
When I’m spent, blind & have lost my charm
And I can’t find my place in the vineyard, your farm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When David’s woes beset me
And addulam feels comfortable, yet mean
When all joy depresses me
And wrong choices become my meals
Breathe Lord…Breathe
When Solomon’s quest lures me to idolatry
And my carnality bathes in adultery
When my followers go astray due to adulatory
And I have no chance to erase my sins, no purgatory
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Elijah’s loneliness crosses my path
And the jezebels of life seek my hide, my back
When my hopes, my brooks, become dry and parched
And there are no meals, not even barks
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Daniel’s feet take me to strange lands
And dark mysteries I need to understand
When the world says I can’t play in your band
And my mates hate & tie my hands
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Jeremiah’s pains feel like mine
And words of salvation become lead mines
When the gospel feels like a crime
And evangelism becomes the world’s grime
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Peter’s lies crease my lips
And my guilts & nightmares won’t let me sleep
When for want of comfort, I fall, I slip
And I want so bad to reverse time, I weep
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Judas’ thoughts walk me to the noose
And I get carnal; a spiritual snooze
When all I perceive be death’s reeking ooze
And my sense of forgiveness I lose
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Mary’s tears wet my eyes
And the motherhood within me exhausts its cry
When the only flesh I have, on the cross lies
And like smoke, my spirit ascends the sky
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Jesus’ cross crash my knees
And my back hurts from the stripes and bleeds
When the weight of the world breaks me like a reed
And just one more drink I need
Breathe Lord…breathe
When church reminds me of Sodom
And the living word elicits boredom
When prayer becomes a burden
And for miracles I go a whoredom
Breathe Lord…breathe
Just one more breath Lord…Breathe!
And my cup runneth over, to waste
When the desires of the world intoxicates
And this crimson heart reminds me I’m not chaste
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Abraham’s faith becomes my scorn
And pressures get me unneeded prizes I can’t return
When uncertainties rage and storm
And the demands to deceive make me feel like a worm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Joseph’s brothers sell me out
And my master desires my mouth
When labour like prisons shuts me out
And hope like rivers toss me about
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Moses’ staff in my palm gets heavy
And every limb in me complains; get weighty
When my mistakes feel designed already
And my Mt. Sinai makes me feel lazy
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Samson’s strength eludes my arm
And the dark lords chase in swarms
When I’m spent, blind & have lost my charm
And I can’t find my place in the vineyard, your farm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When David’s woes beset me
And addulam feels comfortable, yet mean
When all joy depresses me
And wrong choices become my meals
Breathe Lord…Breathe
When Solomon’s quest lures me to idolatry
And my carnality bathes in adultery
When my followers go astray due to adulatory
And I have no chance to erase my sins, no purgatory
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Elijah’s loneliness crosses my path
And the jezebels of life seek my hide, my back
When my hopes, my brooks, become dry and parched
And there are no meals, not even barks
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Daniel’s feet take me to strange lands
And dark mysteries I need to understand
When the world says I can’t play in your band
And my mates hate & tie my hands
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Jeremiah’s pains feel like mine
And words of salvation become lead mines
When the gospel feels like a crime
And evangelism becomes the world’s grime
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Peter’s lies crease my lips
And my guilts & nightmares won’t let me sleep
When for want of comfort, I fall, I slip
And I want so bad to reverse time, I weep
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Judas’ thoughts walk me to the noose
And I get carnal; a spiritual snooze
When all I perceive be death’s reeking ooze
And my sense of forgiveness I lose
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Mary’s tears wet my eyes
And the motherhood within me exhausts its cry
When the only flesh I have, on the cross lies
And like smoke, my spirit ascends the sky
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Jesus’ cross crash my knees
And my back hurts from the stripes and bleeds
When the weight of the world breaks me like a reed
And just one more drink I need
Breathe Lord…breathe
When church reminds me of Sodom
And the living word elicits boredom
When prayer becomes a burden
And for miracles I go a whoredom
Breathe Lord…breathe
Just one more breath Lord…Breathe!
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