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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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