Faith

I'm here to take the lower approach To what I was ordained to coach. I'm no Preacher, But He did put me here to teach you. I'm not inveighing; I'm just saying That the only way through life is by praying. Everyone seems to want to be a sinful conformer, While the depths of hell get fuller and warmer. Death and time, still succeeding the former. See I'm a Poet And as a person who does believe, I perceive what others have forgotten to see. Prosecuted not by we, But by the persons my ancestors plotted to be. And now I find myself trying To figure out why you'll think I'm lying When I reveal that what is born today, Tomorrow will be dying. I've seen many "joyous" christians Everyday on thier knees crying. Repentant of the sins Flesh had them denying. Unwilling to make the bed They chose to lie in. Well predict your life on what your perceptions have been prying. Forgetful of the One who can take The dreariest, Weariest, Rainy, that drains me Weather And turn it into something Sunny, Bright, And lovely To make things better. Kinda like unchanging youth Resting on the skin like morning dew. Now don't prosecute me for my truthful depiction. Grinning at me with an afflicted conviction. I'm just tryna pull you in my direction And get you ready for the next resurrection. Cause there will be one Right under the blue sky: The return of the Son! And I can't wait. Fate...is what Faith...is real That crucifix around ya neck, That's not the real deal. It might be real steel, But it didn't bless you with that real good meal You ate last night. Look at it like this: People subdue to materialism Thru a metaphysical way of Praising Him. But a faithful Christian gets blessed Despite of "we," "she," "her," and "them" Because in His word, He stressed: "Blessed is the man that walks not in the cousel of the ungodly, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord" And that is blessed. Read the book of Psalms if you need to hear the rest. I'm not disdaining any reproach, Like I warned you before, I'm only here to coach With the soul purpose to reproach, Your processes with the lessons And confessions My Father had laid upon me With CAREFUL discretion. So to you from me: Be Blessed, Be Faithful, and Be Ready