We Hear the Songs

There is a deep message within my soul power within my closed hand- You can’t understand the fire that burns within me even standing at a Distance would consume your entire lineage at its very roots. The very smoke exhuming from the flames alone are more than enough to cause any hope you have for me to dissipate in the atmosphere. Never expect my truth to bow down to anyone other than the truth of who I am and never at the feet of what you refer me to be. With all your self- proclaimed knowledge please ask your God for just A drop of His wisdom to set yourself free. Never will we dim our lights and take a seat in your darkness- In the back seat of a bus as our forefathers did in years of yore. We will not be intimidated into quieting the strength of our mighty voices Neither muffle our majestic tones for fear of images hanging from trees. No! Our pace will not slow down simply because your heritage is weak- We are the seeds from the tribe of Judah our steps will not be redefined! Soon we will unclench our fist and hold tight to the hands of our people- We hear the songs being sung, the timbrels being played awakening our own! Prepare yourself Esau! For your rewards will soon call your name. ~Shalom~