The Lesser Matter
There was a human race to save,
Not one race or creed,
For all souls, it was for all,
did our Savior bleed.
For the God of all time and eternity,
Saw the greatest plight,
For our souls, His only cause,
He chose to fight.
Enslavements, genocides, and murders,
for injustices of all kind,
For every cause and case foreseen,
had you and I in mind.
He forsook the royalty of His glory,
to be enclosed in flesh and skin,
Conquered sin and death in the likeness of sinful flesh,
For us to win!
For the radical cause we lift our voices
and fists the same.
Lay down your weapons, for the sake of Christ, in Jesus' name!
For Him, turn neither left or right, to choose a side,
Choose the Lord of Host Most High,
His grace applied.
What does it matter to hate and fight,
mere men are scorned or applaused,
When for the preaching of the gospel of Jesus Christ, is the greatest cause.
Many have forsaken the spiritual battle,
to choose the latter,
to fight, live and even die, for the lesser matter.
That you would pick a fight for part than all of humanity,
A greater weight is more at stake for eternity.
In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
Dissatisfactory the the lines
which creep from behind
keep chasing that time
the bars which confine
to live this life right
you must travel through time
reprogram your mind
and stop committing those crimes
This misery a choice
doubt you must excommunicate the voice
offense must avoid
or become the governments toy
they will strip you your rights
shackle you tight
yet they profit both sides
open your eyes
before you fall on your face
obsessions the taste
that lays these live to waste
so you must overcome
not until you give up
or your dead are you done
ignorance the bliss
more like enslavements kiss
which way will they get you
to slit your own wrists
heroin and its cysts
or one anothers fists
By division they rule
its your choice
whether or not you remain the fool
Don't close your eyes,
don't turn away,
for you might miss my move.
I'll take a risk that you don't see,
and set you up to lose.
Your counting sguares,
not pawns my friend,
two steps ahead of self.
And has in life without a plan,
enslavements what is felt.
Take your time no need to rush,
think about your move.
And don't forget what I just said,
don't set you up to lose...
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