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Malik Johnson Poem
Oh newborn king
to whom we the angels sing
You have left your throne
To become a man.
If sadness in heaven is such a thing.
Then we the Angels are beginning to understand.
You look so vulnerable, weak and tiny
But we know that you are invincible, fearsome and mighty.
Your all authoritative voice has shook the earth
Humbling emperors to their lowly worth.
Seas have been parted
Cities have been destroyed
With your spirit soldiers have shouted down a wall.
Your anointed nations have stood against those deployed
Only for they to return to their own and watch their nation fall.
You'll stand upon Zion
and roar like a lion.
Every tongue will confess to the great l am,
but for now only a few shepherds know
that a good shepherd will grow
To become the sacrificial lamb.
Oh how holy you are
That man has only known afar.
Now wise men kneel with gifts as you
sleep under a star.
Yes you our beloved, it's always been you.
Now let our wingspan
stretch across the land
in honor of what you have come down to do.. It is finished....
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Everyday Belongs to the Lord but the Lord has given this day to you.
He bestows this in remembrance of all
You been through.
From the day you conceive and throughout the years that follow
God has seen your bouts of depression as you gone into war with sorrow.
It is enough to say that the price to pay
is enough to drive a grown man insane.
But let the Lord find you
and let his words remind you
that you're pain is never in vain.
For he has put inside you a special kind of strength
something superhuman that only a woman can carry to great lengths.
It is the very essence of he who resides above.
It is as strong as an ox and yet can be as gentle as a dove.
However make no mistake
within the Wake of it's quake
It is enough to bring the devil to his knees by kicking in Hell's gate
So make no mistake and never tempt fate.
So what is this special strength I revel in and speak so highly of?
Well let me tell you that the power of God is the only thing stronger than that of a mother's love.
So children look into your mother's eyes
And realize
but don't be surprised
That God has given you a guardian who is too ensure that you stay alive and that you thrive.
I mean do you know what this woman would do for you
she will cry for you
she will lie for you
she will do what Jesus would do
and die for you
there is no limit
to how much she'll put in it
for her love is 100% organic and true
yeah I'm talking to you
you ain't got no food but yet she scraped up enough money to buy you a brand new pair of Air Nike shoes.
And that's what I'm trying to make you understand
that this is all part of God's plan
A preparation
through a demonstration
To show you a love that can withstand the Relentless tension of separation
this specific type of love is what defines the very nature of God's salvation, unconditional
So it is here when you become surprise
that God first showed you his love when you were first born and the very moment you opened your eyes.
So I say again
my brother
my sister
and even my friend
look back into your mother's eyes say thank you Lord for this wonderful lady Hallelujah and amen
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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what they don't know is you're a real superhero.
Instead they look to the sky to see if they can see a man fly, but you are right here next to me fighting evil. You even saved my soul by going to the cross to die. That is why I am your super fan. By rising from the grave you did with no Superman can, and behind the disguise you don't need to hide because Jesus what you are it needs to be glorified. You're the Savior, Savior of the world. You are the savior of every boy and girl. He is the savior in which another you will not find because Jesus is the savior, the only savior for mankind.
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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Yes I know what you've been told,
but my love for you will never grow old.
Some people hate me.
There are those who will try to debate me,
but if you want to believe in me
then prepare to be called crazy.
'Cause I'm the man who's here to take you higher.
You best believe baby, they call me the Messiah,
I'm the Messiah! Hmmm.
I'm the Messiah! Hmmm.
I'm the Messiahhh! Hmmm.
I'm here to take you higher. Hmmm.
Whoa, I'm the savior!
I'm here to save ya!
I'm the Messiah! Wooo, hoo, hooo!
I was born within a mangy, manger.
Before I opened my eyes, my life was full of danger.
I didn't even know what this life was all about.
Had evil king who wanted to take me out.
So my parents stashed me far away,
So I can preach the word some fine, sunny day. Hey!
I'm the Messiah! Hmmm.
I'm the Messiah! Hmmm.
I'm the Messiahhh! Hmmm.
I'm here to take you higher. Hmmm.
Whoa, I'm the savior!
I'm here to save ya!
I'm the Messiah! Wooo, hoo, hooo!
No other God can stand before my grace.
I told the devil to get up out my face.
So many people want to take my place,
But they fall to their knees once I give em a little taste
of my word, 'cause I'm the Lord.
Whoa I'm the Messiah! Wooo, hoo, hooo!
I was betrayed by one of the ones I loved.
He didn't know, I knew who he was.
He didn't even realize he had a hand in destiny.
My destiny to be nailed to the cross on Calvary
and when I died, the ground it shook like thunder
I bet you then everyone began to wonder.
Was he the Messiah? Hmmm.
Is he the Messiah? Hmmm.
Yes I am the Messiahhh! Hmmm.
I'm here to take you higher. Hmmm.
Whoa, I'm the savior!
I'm here to save ya!
I'm the savior, who died for your sins.
I'm the savior who's here to take you higher 'cause
I'm the Messiah! Wooo, hoo, hooo!
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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Welcome little child.
Welcome to the wild
Now open your eyes and see all that is untame.
You have a long journey ahead
many miles to tread,
but for right now within your mother's arms you must remain.
Her kindness and love,
Are a gift from above.
programmed instinctually just for you. When God placed you in her arms
it triggered an alarm,
for you
there's nothing she wouldn't do.
For food she searches high
like an eagle in the sky
and at night like a nightingale she sings a lullabye.
Like waves of an ocean
there's something about her motion
that prevents you from wanting to cry. You are compelled by a tune.
She hummed when you were in the womb.
Now the tune is comforting with a light scent of perfume.
She sings a story
of a carpenter's glory
who died to save souls like you
one day you'll understand
the importance of this man
and furthermore you'll realize it's true.
Her love is never-ending
her time is ever bending
Her soul is surrendering
To the king.
Because there is no other
Who can truly love her
except he to whom the angels sing.
So In her arms you'll remain
for knowledge to attain.
She'll protect you and guide you through a world gone insane.
So respect her with honor
for the role God's placed upon her,
and she'll show you that the world can be tamed. But first she'll go through..trials of Sorrow,
She'll beg, plead or borrow
For the Love of her child
she'll Venture where you won't follow
She walks with the knowledge that there might not be tomorrow.
So let it be told there will never be another for the lord says behold
This is your mother
Little child.
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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All ye, all ye, all come free,
hello everybody come party with me!
We're going to rock this party to the morning light.
We're gonna rock this party all day and all night!! Ooh! The fat
cat's singing on the center stage and the cats are pouncing in a furry rage.
So come on everybody let's join this crowd. Whoa! holdup the sign outside says
Outside says "No dogs allowed!" Bump, bump, bump, bump, badee, bump!.
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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If you have no guilt then you have no shame.
If you have no shame then you will never take the blame.
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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I can think of 365 ways
I could have strayed
within the past 365 days.
But the Lord has carried me here
to the threshold of a new year
And as I look Beyond I could see peace and War.
I can see the Gates of Heaven and I can see the devil at my door.
Yes the mighty adversary who seeks to destroy, kill and steal.
So throw on your holy armor and seek to do God's will.
For there's going to be a battle unlike the world has ever seen
you thought last year was bad wait until 2017.
Oh mama I'm not trying to scare you
and brother believe me I'm just trying to prepare you
for the time is now to kneel
next to the sword you wield
and pray for strength for the devil is about to step upon the battlefield.
For he is the great accuser,
the soul abuser.
He went against God
And became a notorious loser.
He bullies through shame.
Pain is his game.
His dice are the wicked
Who justify his name.
For those who don't care
Their souls are fair share,
But the word is your sword,
And the holy spirit is the armor
You bear.
So now the playing field is level
As you prepare to rumble with the devil,
but don't be discouraged from what
your battle has disheveled.
Because when all is said and done
with one move to determine who won.
The devil will say "just look at all your past sins"
But God will say "just look at my son.."
for he gave you 365 ways
for each of the 365 days
of every year
to never give up and to never fear.
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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I can hear the angels sing.
Boy go ahead and spread your wings,
And fly far away.
To a place you have never seen
Because you left home yesterday.
I'm sorry to say,
But it's alright
Everything is fine
Your family, they love you
And some are waiting to hold you tight.
So be proud, spread your wings far and wide
And discover the truth in your soul at the end of
Your flight..
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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What is it all worth to stand upon earth
Just to look up in the sky and wonder why?
Am I here to fight the want and survive
On what I need
When temptation continues to haunt
a soul that cries out and plead. Oh holy! Oh holy!
I bow in your glory!
Please forgive me for all l have done.
I see the bumps coming and I keep on running
But every now and then I trip over one. I know you are faithful even when l have failed,
And that is why l forever hail and you are forever hailed.
Long live king Jesus.
Emanuel...,
God is with us.
Can't you tell?
Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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