October Rain

Inspired by: A Testimony...

Written By C. Renee’

Copyright: 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

I got my umbrella out because they say when it rains it pours
Ok God, you got my attention so let me get yours
I know what I need to do; yet my feet go the opposite direction
So here I am before you for a full point inspection
Connection? My dots were tangled up with the wrong things
They say it’s my season but my eyes have yet to see spring
I was all talk and no action, life full of subtraction
But I guess I had to get sick of myself like an allergic reaction
It’s raining hard, but this weather isn’t like the norm
This is cleaning me, revealing me, so I know it was God-formed
I see a vessel being crafted; I’m still on the potter’s wheel
The inside of the cup is dirty; remove what has been concealed
You continued to call me all the while I was pressing ignore
Yet when I’m in trouble I cry out for you to bring me to the shore
I hear the thunder; I see the lightning; my flesh and spirit are fighting
If I am what I eat, I need to check the food that I’m biting
I feel like Paul steady praying about this thing in my flesh
But if I want to live that means first I must experience death
I need to die to me because inside of me? Nothing is good
And evil is always present when doing what I should
I’m on this same mountain because I have yet to pass this lesson
Yet knowing that I would be here you allow the spirit to be in intercession
Continue to fall like dew, until I’m made brand new
Give me a clearer perspective to see your point of view
I contemplated spiritual suicide, but you brought prevention
Going downhill, you stepped in as my intervention
Not to mention, you saw me expiring but gave me an extension
Gave me benefits with the blood of Jesus as my pension
Guard my mind with maximum security
You’re holy God; that’s why I’m chasing purity
This rain is revealing the face behind the makeup
I gotta deny myself to follow you; there’s a cross I have to take up
A mind I have to make up; strongholds that need to break up
I’ve slept away purpose too long; now its time to wake up
Time to do a shake up; shout it from the rooftop
My tears of restoration remind me of the raindrops
A drop here, a drop there; but look closer at my huddle
When all is said and done, eventually those drops become a puddle
Who am I to tell the potter how to form the clay?
Especially when it’s Your will I need to obey
You know the plans you have for me; in this place I won’t always stay
Even if I have to learn to grow in the storm, rain you can go all day…

(I’ve Noticed) THE Hidden Agenda (Pt. 3)

Written By C. Renee’
© 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

Let Me ask you, what is a way that You rob Me?
You can have perfect attendance and still not be a part of the body
Building. Healing. Revealing the Killing. Coming to My house just for a feeling
But I’ll reveal who you are like paint that is peeling
Caught up in nothing; overlooking what I really want you to see
Got a shot of “feel good,” leaving Me a tip, calling it a seed
Please believe sisters and brothers, I’m removing the covers of your heart
Too many identical twins walking around; I’ve called you to be set apart
Some are out of control like a runaway shopping cart
Secretly selling themselves just so they can top the charts
But do you realize who I am? I mean do you really know?
You get bored with Me 'cause what I call perfect timing, you call slow
But I am that I am, on the throne I reign supreme
You say that you serve Me, but spiritually we compete for the title of King
Your title, your gifts, your talents, they mean nothing without your will
Being torn down, otherwise you’re fake like a counterfeit bill
What if I told you that I haven’t taken you out because you’re still in doubt
I know your thoughts before you think, even while you move your mouth
When My Son comes back, if you’re not in the book, you’re out like three strikes
I send My word to warn but people ignore it because of who is behind the mic
I’ll use whomever I want to get My point across
Living in this sinful nature is like putting Jesus back on the cross
You compromise and use My holy word to justify
But My word can’t be twisted, which makes your truth a lie
Where is My remnant? Who will stand up against this?
I’m calling you forward so when they see, they’ll say, “Those are God’s kids.”
Just because I don’t judge it right after the act
I may have paused the judgment, but trust, I’ll be back
I’m knocking on your heart’s door but your sign says, “do not disturb”
The relationship didn’t go the way you wanted so now I’m on the curb
Church services are hyped up; its entertainment all over the nation
Ha! They say, “Lord we welcome you,” but where is the invitation?
Wheat mixed with tares; don’t worry, it’s time for separation
But when the game is over, they’ll be wanting overtime out of desperation
So what is church anyway? Isn’t that what I called you to be?
Check My word, John 1:1, I am the decree
I’m speaking loud, mouth moving, but the people have Me on mute
Running rapid, Satan is out working, looking for recruits
Now I’m not in fear because I declared victory from the beginning
I’ll give you a hint, read Deut. 30: 19 so you can be a part of the winning…


-Get out the P.O.T.S.! ™ (Poetry on the Spot)

My Purpose Is Greater Than My Fight

Inspired by: A message preached during the Kingdom Revival
Dedicated to: Shawn Johnson

© 2009 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

Before time was time, God had me on his mind
Shaped and formed me with words to give the world a sign
His word is law like a judge with a gavel
But what happens when my life is like a thread being unraveled?
When I wanted to throw in the towel because the fight got hard
People saw my black eye and said I let down my guard
I had to roll with the punches, sought my trainer for the strategy
Spectators thought I was down for the count, what a tragedy
While I was down and out, my name was in everyone’s mouth
But when I began to get back up, people still wanted to knock me out
Mind games being played, at war with my brain
What do I look like being saved but insane?
I’ll stay in my lane, until God says I can change
I dance in spite of my circumstance and they look at me strange
But I look at you strange because why wouldn’t I praise Him until my change comes?
I walk this one out because it’s by the words of my testimony that I overcome
I know you wanted me to stay in the tomb and live in lo debar
The King has need of me even while living with these scars
Get a good look at me, go ahead and laugh
My God is a keeper even in the aftermath
You’ll look at me and wonder, “Girl, who are you?”
But baby I’m brand new, so I don’t look like what I’m going through!
That devil should’ve taken me out while he had the opportunity
He couldn’t cross the bloodline because God granted me immunity
So loose me and let me go, I’ve been planted its time to grow
I’m walking in the overflow; darkness wanted me, but watch me glow
I’m in surgery as God removes me from me, just so you know
What I went through once before? Now peace has become my status quo
My purpose is greater than my fight; therefore, though the fight will still come
Because I keep my eyes on the Christ, what I behold is what I become!