Who's the Best
Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio, plus they post coast to
coast. We love poking out our chests, boasting I'm the best, to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's a big joke when we rag on folk, a very heavy yoke.
I remember life being more clear when people would lend an ear or this I would hear. May I be of assistance, what do you need, what's been allowed to supersede? That monster greed. Now we all have an emptiness that need to be filled, we try pills, thrills and even ill will, going down hill.
Then get pissed when in life we remiss, some fall into the abyss, trying to reach that state of bliss. All they can foresee is misery, even with a college degree, misery, do love company.
So we make up contests trying to reach some sort of success, nonetheless, we digress trying to find who's the best. Although we do have our super powers, we're taught never to cower, you're a beautiful flower but things do go sour, living in Ivory Towers.
Now if you want to boast about who's foremost, check out this bloke who wasn't blowing smoke whenever He spoke, the man was no joke. The man was shrewd, He fed the multitude, never rude nor would He delude, minds and bodies, He renewed.
A healer of the sick, a peacenik without the politics. Never a squatter He's called the Potter, The man even walked on water. He's the real deal in witch you can always appeal, if there are storms in your life He can make "em kneel, Peace Be Still.
And hears the kicker more potent than liquor and quicker than any city slicker. You see it had been aforesaid so He knew what was ahead and He could have fled, instead, He was nailed to the cross where bled, then was raised from the dead.
For all those who think they're hard, check out The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Where you shall stand in total awe with the rest, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess. Now Who's The Best?
So if you want to boast about who's utmost, then we can all give a toast from coast to coast to The Lord Of Hosts and receive. The Holy Ghost.
Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2020
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