Trash a Godless Life
Trash a Godless life
Refrain from eating the fruit of strife
By building dungeons and prisons with the tongue
Knowing the power there, where with every utter
Can subjugate the spirit and mind to the pits
The gutter where filth like suicide and abuse roam
Isn’t there the place where unsure of your purpose you are misused
Or rather you misuse what you don’t know how to use
Including your own self
Point is,
Trash a Godless life for if the heart deceives
Then why follow it and not the power in the word that breathes life
Bringing the spiritually dead to life
Haven’t you then been instrumental in the execution of redemption power?
Standing at the door he beckons every hour
Why will you scorn to shame, while professing the faith is ours
When all I did is choose when it came to the choice to be made
In deciding the path of righteousness…. Having nothing to do with self
As spelt out in the black book with the cross that gathers dust on your shelf
All by grace through the action of the man that hang the shame you try to scorn out on a tree
This is how it feels to be free
The peace to know deliverance
Trash a Godless life, for you have what millions will pay to have
And taking it for granted you are split in halves
Getting ridden by forces you cannot even begin to understand
Standing under a truth about a thing called being too Christian
Warm or cold, you got spat out and here you think, how tall I stand
Wake up from your slumber, oh slumbered
For if it is abundant in your heart the mouth will speak in a rush
Take the God out of man and all you have left is trash.
Copyright © Abigail Aye-Addo | Year Posted 2018
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