Satan, You Just Got Played

You Gets Nothing
Nada, Zilch
Looking for an outlet

A looking post
A place to peek
Into the master’s piece

His piece of me
Which is all of me

But you gets nothing
Not one inch
Not even a lil’ bit

From Your Attempts
I’m exempt
Covered By the blood
Free from Demonic Pimps

You can’t play me Son
I ‘m God’s chosen one

Birthed of Holy DNA
Chromosomes display
The ladder to the Father
Connection to Resurrection
Total Perfection

Eternally Scripted
God depicted

You Gets None, Son

Son of the Morning
Lucifer
Shatan
Whatever your name
You gets none

You can’t faze me
Cause you ain’t raise me
Up out of my sins
Righteously Ignited to Begin
Spittin’ Verbiage
Lips a Liquid Pen
Seeping
Leaking
Anointedly Reaking
Holy Fire
Righteously Attired

To spit your defeat
To verbalize your demise
Son open your eyes
Cause Satan
You just got played.

Total Recall

This level of intimacy supersedes
You know that sho’ nuff loving
You got when you wasn’t
Supposed to be getting it
Hitting it
In the crevices
The secret places of your rendeavous’
Known only by you
And your boo
Or boo’s
Depending on the season
Or current
Of your present emotional state
Whatever needed to be filled
Through lust revealed
Oh don’t be fooled
You was empty
Open
AND
Broken
Searching for a token
You remember that?
Yeah, you remember
See this is something better
You might say out of this world
This passion knows no limit
Or length
No restriction
Or affliction
It doesn’t maim
Or cripple
It doesn’t leave you wondering
Crying and sighing
Sitting by the phone
At home alone
See, he’s a constant lover
It’s not a guessing game with Him
You never have to play games with Him
You don’t have to dress up
Or put on makeup
Never have to shave your legs
Find your best suit
Or shave your head
Your favorite perfume or cologne is not his fragrance
The incense of your praise is what He savours
He searches for you in the depths of your being
The real you, He’s always seeing
He’s not a surface lover
There is no other
The major pursuit
In your heart he roots
Supermodel size
Or hunk physique
Giorgo Armani
Or Donna Karen
He’s not impressed with what you are wearing
The unmade you
Is who He loves best
You know the unshaven
Morning breath you
That awakes to the first day light
No pretense or pretension in sight
Lord, good morning
Yeah that’s this level!
You know what it’s called
Kingdom!
Remember That?

Jeremiah 1:5
5Before I formed you in the belly I knew you; and before you came forth out of the womb I sanctified you, and I ordained you a prophet to the nations.

Psalm 139: 13-18
13For you have possessed my reins: you have covered me in my mother's womb. 14I will praise you; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are your works; and that my soul knows right well. 15My substance was not hid from you, when I was made in secret, and curiously worked in the lowest parts of the earth. 16Your eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in your book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. 17How precious also are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the sum of them! 18If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with you.

Total Recall!

Verbal Revolution

My phraseology is not an apology
But an admittance
That I am His
And He is Mine

Although politically incorrect
I must interject
JESUS IS THE KING

This is a Verbal Revolution
Spouting Creations Solution
Interrupting Satanic Pollution
Introducing................................

Verbal Revolution

Can you get with this?
'Cause you can't stop this

One WORD only
And the worlds were formed
One WORD only
Interrupting the norm

It took a WORD to create it
It took a WORD to devastate it

It will take a WORD to change
It will take a WORD to rearrange it
Speak a WORD only
Verbal Testimony

Let's start a revolution
Speak the solution

What's the WORD?

The WORD was made flesh and dwelt among us. And we beheld His Glory. The only begotten of the Father full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)

My phraseology is not an apology
But and admittance
That I am His

Reflections

Introspectively Speaking

It's a new year and new season to turn up the volume. It's time to speak louder about this thing called life. Reflection is necessary for introspection. Can't look within until you look back. This is the year to look back at all your junk, and mess, and straighten it so it won't continue to muffle the sounds of freedom.