(Click the link below to hear the full the video behind me)
One word, large enough
To be inked in Gold Letters
Bond Tightly Together
His timeless Love Letter.
Drips off Angels Lips
Like morning dew
Purified, uncontaminated praise
Collected in chorus being raised
24 Hours-365 days
That’s what it be
When Heavenly Hosts
Bow heads and lift wings
To the King of Kings.
You say we can be
So if this is true
Can I have a word with you
Cause I got a lot on my heart
I need to get right-Right now.
Help me some how
Keep my gaze on You.
Before I speak,
purge me hyssop deep
wash me-Clorox Bleach
whatever you need
to make my inside pure enough
to stand before you.
Heavenly Father it’s me
Your Black Daughter
Trying to make sense of the mess
that got left down here
It seems as though just a few of us are trying to clean it up.
Is looking more like hell on Earth
Rather than the Garden of Eden
Broken limbs, On Blooded lawns
Dark Jail Cells and Local Street Corners
Are soaking up death instead of reproducing life-abundantly.
You must be angry
That those who call themselves “the Light”
Are glowing in the darkness of hate-PURE EVIL
The “One’s you created, are taken up the right to call themselves “Creator”
Positioning themselves to be the “givers” and “takers” of life
Your Wrath must burn
From YouTube clippings resembling
Yesterday’s- 400-years of oppression
That breed strange orchards of human fruit
I thought we chopped-down
Those sick trees of slavery-a long time ago
Instead I realize that it’s just been a mockery
And the seedlings of bigotry
Managed to survive-even thrive
Under Sins Petri Dish of
Indifference and Privilege
Mocking the Legacy
Of a people who gave liberty and justice-their all…
“Jesus”….. I call….
“Jesus”…. I call…..?
Can you absorb some of this hits-these lashes
Me trust in you?
What are we suppose to do
who turned black and blue -like You
But didn’t rise on the third day.
Generations still swimming upstream
In hopes of a new dream
But I’ve been awaken to the situation
Right now all I see
Is the majority
Carrying silence-instead of the Cross
I’m tired of lives being lost.
Where are the Holy One’s?
Is it that your Kingdom Sons-And-Kingdom Daughters
Have exchanged calling for comfort
Desiring to stay Master’s instead of servants?
Invisible chains of privilege they chose to hold onto
As they say they don’t know what to do?
Where are the Holy Ones?
God this must displease you
That we aren’t doing the work you charged us to do.
Down here tearing apart the Body
The one you laid down your life and died for.
And maybe your just more …
patient than me
Sometimes I just can’t remember to see
That every wicked deed and blow you took
And placed upon your Son
From death to rise again.
to be one day redeemed
Embodied through the HOLY ONE.
(Performed:Imago Dei Church-Good Friday Service, March 25 2016)