8/8/10 12:46 a.m.
Evangelism
The creative juices are flowing
Inside me knowing
That this is an expression of Him
The true gem
I can take no credit
For this gift is not my own
But it came straight from the throne
From the bowels of the throne room of compassion
This limitlessness is matchless
None can compare
O contraire mon frere
Who would dare?
I am but an extension of Him
The true gem
Gem germinates the innate within
His next of kin
Stirring and contemplating
What part of him he will birth
Through poetry
Through dance
Through the arts
His best he imparts
To the unsuspecting
The suspect being
The ones without
Those that don’t shout
But shoot up
Caught in a rut
Wanting to die
Scared to try
To live
To these ones
He gives his gifts and talents
His abilities and possibilities
The drunk on the street
Is a philosophizing beast
Because the gift to reason is on the inside of Him
Inspite of Him
That thugged out pimp
God didn’t skimp
On the gift to sing
Everything is not about His diamond rings and bling bling
There’s an impartation in him
No less than them
Who cry Holy Holy on Sunday morning
These is the highways and hedges folks
That God calls us to invoke
Life in
That prostitute, homosexual, wife beating lunatic
Is your next of kin
GO GET THEM
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