Numbers

Written By C. Renee'
©2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

"Only God can judge me" is the # 1 saying when avoiding conviction
But if God really judged us where we are, we couldn't handle his diction
Don't get me wrong, I mean I know that God is the ultimate judge
But He's been handing out verdicts and some of us still haven't budged
I guess we just don't get it; when Christ comes back He's coming with a vengeance
He'll carry a life sentence for His elect; a death sentence for those who chose to reject
As the church we gotta do more than just CLAIM to be spiritual
You can't say you're in relationship if you're just practicing a ritual
Pep rallies filled with high fives and slapping neighbors
Excuse me, but let's fade that back like a taper
We look spiritually thin like a wafer, blank like a sheet of paper
Yet screaming, "Lord, take us higher," like a skyscraper
We'll go to a conference to learn about 5 steps
But won't go to the scriptures to seek genuine help
We turn around 3 times to reach the breakthrough
But yet, we won't give God the opportunity to break through
So we toss Him out like a tissue, only talk to Him if there's an issue
But this lukewarm temperature is making us sick like the flu
Worship is intimacy that requires us to unveil ourselves in the presence of God
So why are we afraid of a requirement that comes with the job?
Is it because worship causes us to be real
And reveal those things we work so hard to conceal
Let’s be real, a pair of lips can say anything, but do our hearts love Him madly?
If we only love Him for what He gives, then we might as well call him a sugar daddy
But I'm glad He wrote the script, praying when He gives the book of Life a flip
He'll find my name written because I chose to be blood dipped
I'll be the first to acknowledge there were times my foot slipped
But in this leg of the race I keep my laces tied because I can't afford to trip
Jesus called the Pharisees hypocrites; they were spitting venom like snakes
The same is true today when taking advantage of His grace
The outside of the cup is rocking suits, diamonds and titles
While the inside is all stained up from being idle
We treat each other like rivals, fighting for survival
Like we don't represent the living God of the bible
Where are the end time disciples? Those not afraid of this sort of speech
Those who sit down and let their lifestyles step up and preach
Ones who see the souls to reach, and say, "Holiness is what we teach"
Don't just listen to what I say if you can't understand the direction of my feet
I want to rep Christ all day, just call me his hype man
Just call Jesus "Allstate" because with Him you're in good hands
Come on church! It's more than just going to musicals and concerts
More than anything we should be showing the world God's worth!
News flash: you're only as anointed as the last time God used you
Remember God will still get the glory with or without you
It’s time for us to step up to the plate like a batter
There's a feast going on but we're too busy looking at the serving platter
While pockets are getting fatter from exploiting the market
If we are to provoke change, we must be the ones to spark it
We are already targets because we choose proclaim His name
But to do all this and still not make it in; now that would be a shame
I’m just trying to make it plain; not one person is exempt
With the spirit and flesh at odds, without the mercy of God, we’d all be held in contempt
The smell of deception in the church continues to grow
But we can’t see the wolf past the sheep’s clothes
So we run to find a word, race to hear a prophecy
Then wonder why the world makes us a total mockery
This is not how it ought to be, we should be the change they see
But we can’t if we live as though sin has us held in captivity
Have you noticed how people major in the minor and minor in the major?
All sin offends God, but we live like we don’t see the danger
This walk calls for a daily cross bearing session
We repeat tests because we haven’t learned the aim of the lesson
The bible answers all, yet we still keep guessing
I never said it would be an easy road; I’ll be the first to say I still keep pressing
But what I’m saying is, if your house was dirty, you wouldn’t want to show it off
But if you got something new, you would want everyone to see what you bought
Well that’s the same with Christ, why would he come back for a dirty bride?
Why would He show her off to His father, when she’s seeing someone else on the side?
Once we truly make up our minds and realize we weren’t called to blend
We’ll stop telling God, “I love you but I can only commit to you once a weekend”
Please friends, I know this truth cuts deep like a sword
To complete the picture, look at the scripture; judgment first begins in the House of the Lord

Me Vs. Re

So... its been several months, but I've decided to come back into the "ring." I have been writing, so I'll do my best to post regularly. This piece comes out of a "fight" that I'm currently fighting to get out of... (hopefully this poem will help you understand what that means) and if you haven't figured it out by now, poetry is very therapeutic for me. So maybe you can relate to this... whatever the case may be, I put my heart on display that Christ may be glorified...

Me Vs. Re
© 2010 Sirius Peace of crySTYLE

This fight that I’m in is on a level of immeasurable proportions
This is crazy; mind twisted, you would have thought I was doing contortions
I didn’t sign up for this, or if I did I surely didn’t read the fine print
Perhaps I should’ve asked questions to find out what this journey meant
You know what it is? There is a war going on with me trying to sit on the sidelines
Yet I told Him yes, which means at this point I must obey His guidelines
I want to hide just so I can get away from it all
But what’s the point? When I know that I’ve been called
Knock me out already, so I can get out of the ring
Why do I keep getting back up? Why must you give me another song to sing?!
I have these scars and walking with this noticeable limp
Then I have to prepare for the next round even with a dislocated hip!
My tears tell on me when I’m trying my best to keep silent
Then when my heart wants to express, then I become quiet
What good does it do for me to quit? Re will still be with me
She’s fighting me because there is greatness that I can’t see
Now I know it’s not about me, not about the ability
However, if I’m going to stay, I need stability
I need to get it together; I know this is going to make me better
Right now, all I want to do is stay inside and not deal with this weather
Don’t make me go outside, just let me heal
Where are my shades so my bruises can be concealed?
Would you look at that? Re teamed up with purpose! That’s who I’ve been fighting?
So that’s why when I drop my pen somehow I still end up writing!
Fingers somehow still play to calm the raging seas in my mind
It makes sense, because I knew something was different this time
Re tried to tell me to stay strong, that this fight won’t last long
But I didn’t want to hear it; I told her she was so wrong!
Fact vs. truth; guess which one I believed?
Saw this coming, but guess which report I received?
I’ve been on and around this mountain and built myself a home
Instead of fighting myself, I should be fighting what has held me all along
Just take me to the interrogation room; I’ll answer plus I have some confessions to make
Don’t wait up for me; I’m not sure how much time this one will take…

Broken Whole,

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