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)
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