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Son of the Twelve

The enemy says “tribalism” is a bad thing,
that it’s sow divisive

I believe “tribalism” to be universal unity:
One family tree
making root loving reap decisions
This is a very good thing

All who can spiritually see,
surely know
that for the wicked, it ain’t
gonna end well

But, blessed are those
who are counted as one of the twelve

Ring the birthing church bell,
if you’re a new infant born
Reunite with your other siblings of right,
Son bathe 
in the tight knit familial light

Listen to the gospel voices 
of the holy children
We’re singing a shining, sapphire path
to the pearly gates

When the midnight clock 
strikes twelve,
don’t you be unaware late

On the other side of the Resurrection,
you don’t want to suffer 
the Devil’s fate

The spiritually blind, 
they can’t see
A split tribalism mind
don’t bother to even wanna understand
how it’s not gonna end well

Become one of us ... a daughter 
and son of the twelve

Put your carnal house sin sign up for sale
Buy the truth,
pay your vows to God without debtor fail

The sun of unity abundantly shines
upon the holy people uplifted
out of the bottomless well

Be an adopted son of the twelve,
a grafted branch 
on the life-giving tree of eternity

Have a great-grandson of the twelve
spread His tribal loving name
Boast of His salvation fame — 
Telling all who care to hear,
we’re the Holy One family 
of the Resurrection genealogy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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