God’s Got This

Sleep,

Son of God,

‘Cuz He’s paving a way,

Let there be no more unrest,

It’s being solved,

By the best,

And you will end up,

Truly blessed.

Sleep,

Daughter of God,

‘Cuz He’s got the answer,

Since you got it off your chest,

He hasn’t known a rest,

But’s been working overtime,

To make sure you shine,

And have back your zest.

Sleep,

Man of God,

‘Cuz He’s gonna make it right,

And you won’t even,

Need to fight,

Yeah He’s seen the attack,

But He’s got your back,

And will cut them no slack,

Until you’re back on track.

Sleep,

Woman of God,

‘Cuz He’s fixed it already,

Stop being so overtaken by worry,

That your vision gets blurry,

Here He comes,

To bear your pain,

And make you smile again.

Sleep,

Child of God,

‘Cuz He’s about to show up and show out,

Without a doubt,

You’re about to crest that mountain,

It’s past the eleventh hour,

And He arrives about midnight,

To end your route,

Victory is yours,

He’s promised no more wars.

Dynamite, Straight To The Point

A star shot across the sky,

Before losing its light,

This happened night after night,

As the prayers,

During the witching hour,

Disarmed their power.

A sure sign,

That things are stirring,

Upon listening closely,

You can even hear,

The inbound angel’s wings whirring.

Finally enroute with answers,

Because the prayers were authoritatively spoken,

And now that the curse has been broken,

It seems blocked blessings have been awoken.

They’re coming like a river,

Flowing downhill,

Unstoppable,

For the Lord is a giver.

Every day,

Something new to see,

Without knowing its source,

It’d be almost scary.

Tribute To The Supernatural Power Of God

The spirit realm has shifted,
I know ‘cuz I felt first-hand,
The heaviness that was lifted,
I know you know,
That only prayer,
Could have moved it outta there.

The search began,
For an obscure door,
High and low,
Near and far,
Only to be found,
Right under my nose.

It was destroyed,
Wholly wiped out,
No hesitation,
Not a bit of doubt.

And wow!
Right away,
The first domino fell,
And that was the beginning,
Of the end of this hell.

Every day,
Another piece to the puzzle,
More and more things,
Turn one-eighty,
Yes the script has flipped,
They’ve been muzzled,
It’s only a matter of time,
Before there’s nothing left,
Of their heinous crime.

Words Don’t Die

More than mean,
Spat out in,
A savage scene,
Curses is what they are,
And so’s you know,
Long after you’ve forgotten,
They’re still raking in results,
That are rotten.

They don’t just drift out to sea,
Never to be seen again,
Effects are there,
Generationally to see,
All because loose lips,
Prophesied one’s agony.

Maybe or maybe not,
Purposely unpleasant,
But once it’s released,
Spirits to help it happen,
Are always unleashed.

Aimed in anger,
They’re the start,
Of immediate danger,
Someone spoke it,
Into existence,
And the receiving end,
Didn’t know,
To come at it,
With resistance.

Your life is not your own,
No one’s ever,
Really alone,
The declaring of a word,
Never goes unheard,
Imperceptible agents,
Are always around,
Watching you,
And listening to,
Everything you spew.

It doesn’t dissipate,
Into the atmosphere,
Once it’s cleared your ear,
But lives on forever,
Waiting to make or break your fate.

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That’s what’s up on tails,
Now let’s flip to heads,
It’s so much different over there,
Say good-bye,
To the fails,
And welcome in,
The wind in your sails.

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Forecast your future,
Make a big fuss,
Over everything that’s fabulous,
Predict those things will intensify,
No devil’s lies,
Have any part to play,
Make sure this wave of faith,
Takes up all your space.

Let communication,
Be your key,
Verbalize kindness,
Vocalize love,
And predict harmony,
Don’t give the unseen,
Any openings,
To kill your dreams.

Speak life every time,
Lest the enemy,
Overtake your mind,
If you say aloud,
Any melody,
That can be used,
For evil weaponry,
Expect the scales to tip,
And send you back toward tails.

Letting Go And Letting God (Vindicate)

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No, no, no!
No to the lies,
And misrepresentations,
People make up,
Because they’re pissed,
Based on assumptions.

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Just give it up,
Cuz anyway,
Here we’re done,
Giving a fuck.

Run away,
Go pout in a corner,
You can nurse your wounds,
With your exaggerations,
And wipe your tears,
With your expectations.

What comes around goes around,
Looks like that’s hitting you now,
And that’s music to the ears,
And makes the heart leer.

Come out,
Come out,
Wherever you are,
Face to face,
What are you?
Afraid to lose the race?