JOURNEY OF A GROWING FAITH
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JOURNEY OF A GROWING FAITH
Matome Harry Kgatle 3
Acknowledgments
Thank you Lord Jesus for the opportunity to write this project. I consider it as a reflection of my early years in life and the eternal truth i have gained. Thank you again Daddy for the ability and gift you graciously bestowed upon me. Mom please accept my thanks to my daddy who has now passed away, as well as to you for raising me in the fear of the Lord, unconditional love, and setting such a high standard for me! You have surely enriched me with grace. I hope i make you very proud! Thank you Caring Shibu, My brother Pholwane, always like a guardian to me and My sister Mmatlala “the brightest star of all of us” Well isn’t this a wonderful gift! On the 21 august 2010 I wedded my childhood “more than I could have asked for ”Queen Mabusha! Thank you my love! For the joyous spirit you posses, a lightning dose of energy, a lioness and caring spirit. Thank you for the dozen laughs! You mean the world to me! Thank you for checking and checking the copy even more for checking the man! I love you! Through you i have gained a closer relationship with my Spirit family rather than in laws! I appreciate you mommy. I dedicate this book to the body of Christ. To my pastor, my friends, my colleagues, i believe by God’s grace our paths crossed. Through you i have gained so much of life! Its through you that our dear Lord will make a difference in the world, through you the Lord has touched my life! May He edify you to never get tired and do more for others. With all my love! Matome kgatle
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Contents Perfect storm
pg 7
god is dope
pg 9
here comes souls
pg 10
i am defined
pg 12
i killed a man
pg 14
love/lust
pg 16
my budget
pg 17
a poor life
pg 18
awarded
pg 21
Refiner’s fire
pg 22
love letters
pg 24
lie/truth
pg 27
inside out
pg 28
Tomorrow
pg 29
then entered the christian
pg 30
who am i?
pg 32
who will go in?
pg 34
womb or tomb
pg 35
the blessing
pg 36
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The perfect storm The perfect storm is called life Because of all this strife You do wrong to do right While all along what you were doing was wise You end up in jail where there is pain, while the one you sacrificed for sleeps late you seek cure in medicine, but can’t seem to find it I’ll seek comfort upon a man’s chest, maybe I’ll find it there But another storm only brews How can I control these winds? In the future maybe there is an answer But the future was only yesterday In the past maybe there is an answer, but all I see is mistakes I looked forward I looked back, yet without help Where else can I look, but up above to my Lord For it seems to me like the moons and the heavens are Never shaken by these winds, perplexing winds The perfect storm meets the perfect God All is resolved.
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God God is Dope is Dope He’s brighter than a globe He’ll give you hope In Him you will boast Sometimes you might be broke He is your gold Let Him have your loads Let Christ give you growth By Truth from the boat Like he did for Job Though you cry, you are called Fall? No! You’re higher than a pole You’ll never be a joke You don’t need any coke (cocaine) Just Him in your soul Become the new Saul His name was Paul Stand tall and strong Keep walking in his road Trust in his rod It will open the door Relationship with the flock Is what he wants most of all He’ll never let you sink Though sometimes you sin He only says come back please Don’t smoke any pot Neither trust the pope Just love the Lord For he alone is dope
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hERE COMES SOULS The enemy thought he had shut our lips, the enemy thought he had made us silent timid Christians who never say a verb within a verse, speaking a curse in unspoken-ness Silence is an equivalent of acceptance, acceptance an equivalent of encouragement Does this mean nobody is sent? This would be a defiant contradiction of the manual of life The word screams “the harvest is plenty, but the harvesters are few” it’s not that they are absent, but they are like eagles without wings like a stallion without its flight, perfectly stacked on the bricks of normal life till they appear more no more I call all divinity in them, the restless spirit that would see the world changed bitterness and anger towards the “un-Christ” love and Agape towards true life When they rise and raise their pinions, when they look distracted not towards the cross They receive a different heart beat and they realize they are no longer beating with the city, no longer beating with the hills and the mountains, no longer distracted by the sounds of daily hits aware but not driven by the 9 to 5 hustling for daily bread, the appearance on their faces change as they disappear into the streets of Kwamashu and Kimberly
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as they overflow on the concretes of “PE” and re-appear in Polokwane they swallow as they are swallowed by Gauteng, their presence bleeds from the Cape to the inland of Madagascar their absence is felt nowhere They paint life with Christ’s blood, whilst it’s still season Black, White, Chinese, Coloured, great and small, every race included and every difference excluded I see a massive, carnal-less, canal, wave like, ocean like, once hell heading, but now heaven sensing souls I see souls coming to the Lord, to the tribe of Judah I see souls pure and white declaring the greatness of their maker I see souls, to be tortured no more but ordered by love I see souls unbound from limitations of the flesh, yet expressing humanness I see souls to never taste the tasteless soup of hell, to be fed to the pig devil himself I see souls resting on the bosom of Abraham, unlike the lost rich man not crying for water, but overflowing springs of true water I see souls who withstood earthly hell to perceive no hell at all True freedom that Africans seek True Identity that Europeans need True dream that Americans leave True perfection that Russians hunger and to all nations that i know not your hunger Souls resembling God, scripturally sought Souls Souls Souls Coming to the Lord Jesus
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I am defined
The world asks what is a man? Is it the chest or the voice? Is it the muscle or the hustling? Some say it’s the love affairs that stretch wider than the land A man is defined by his strength and how much he can bear, but today he bears little and cries tears of despair What is a woman? Artificial or true, is she even supposed to rule? Is she curves and bells, should we even compare her to the man? Is it the high pitched voice or the temperamental stand that makes her? should we even talk about the removable hair? am defined d fine I am Ide
Not by the mountains and the hills of the motherland, but by the functions and purpose of the father’s hand
am defined I amI defined Not by the animal instincts that say fight and abuse, but by the Godly extensions that say dominate and rule A man is an extension of God himself, what God is to the universe is what a man is to the earth, made from material of leadership so say Genesis one twenty six Made to rule like Christ unlike the wolf packs that fight The God Christ rules with mercy and that is the number one rule of reigning with a lady The man Christ forgave their sins so that they would see themselves new, shouldn’t the man today do as the one who reigns? I never heard that they were gay from Genesis Abraham till your time, unless it means godly anointed and young then it will suffice
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Note: we were made carefully and purposefully and our design defines our functions, polluting this family plan is like being hit with a jab, it’s a mess
I amI defined am defined By the image of God my dad though my father was buried early, Christ rose with me daily
fined dedefined I aImam From the natural organs to the Spiritual order I am defined, from the thoughts that dominate my heart to the purposes that often strain my mind
I amIdefined am defined From the obsessions of my soul to the wildness of my goals I am God’s man, the new Adam without the trash, Christ like to the end i may be wrapped up in the fallen earth, but i possess his resurrected self
amdefined defined I Iam When it comes to the marriage commission i rule unlike the commissioner I forgive to forget and dump the rest with the trash, sure i’m not perfect that’s why God gave me her hand I am defined I am defined From my needs to my greed, that’s why God must take the lead A man was made for God. We rule like God without Him we become like dogs a polluted image of an incorruptible lineage God is my blueprint, so i must follow his prints I am defined by the lord and it is He who will take me to COURT.
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n a m a I killed
Dear Mama i killed a man
When i say “nay” out comes “yay”
I had to make it fair
at the end i can see the price
He was bigger than a bear
that i want with all my might
I now know what David felt,
he keeps stealing it
When he stood before that “cat”
when i’m about to receive it
Like you’re in a lion’s den
Oh wretched man that i am!
Escape, give me a break
who shall deliver me from this body of death?
I tried to negotiate, but he only demands his notions
I have to kill this dude
Giving me fading promises,
Do you understand my feud?
while erasing my choices
In my tears i was found by an accomplice
What of my strength
who claims He’s got a way out of this
i’m as soft as sand
He showed me the scars he received
He told me she was a queen,
from this common foe who left him bleeding
but she stings like pins
His story was serious
I thought i was living life to the fullest,
It made me impervious
but my spirit is the poorest
The scars on His hands i could see, even in my darkness
You see i had to kill him
They removed my blindness
or he was going to kill me
He came in me and i in Him
I begged him to retreat,
His strength became mine
but even in my dreams he would speak
and my burdens He bore
It’s like he’s in my head dictating from my brain
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The flesh resisted, continuing the bout
You stole my authority from Adam,
He roared “you are wrong”
but i take it back through Jesus Christ
you sinned, you impregnated that “chick”
you don’t rule me, i rule you
Its you who left a scar on Ruth what about the betrayal on John
A new sense of identity came over me
that left him in prison
no longer a prisoner i was released
Are you all of a sudden clean
for killing a man i was released,
while they are bleeding?
released from living in the confinements
Hypocrite look at the shirt you are
of the devil’s compartments
wearing, wasn’t it bought by jezebel? Sin is who you are, like father like son
I now walk in true freedom I write this letter to you as a prisoner of Christ
I was about to give in, but remembered Him
I am no longer bound by chains, but love
My father is in heaven
By giving myself to Him i found my true being
“ You thief you stole me while i was in my crib”
The greatest thing i have ever done Mama
You are not my father, Jesus is!
Was to kill a man, the flesh man.
I saw his nail scarred hands that take away all accusation The truth is i have never sinned my life begins at the cross, forgiven and in his court I am not this body, but am a spirit made from the same material as God, I am like God I am holy, I am righteous, I am forgiven Like God i command and things come into being
Based on Romans 7:24 / john 15:7 / Matthew 6:10 informal terms used in the above poem “cat” that’s refering to a person “Chick” refers to a pretty girl
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We lust to love While practicing mind
And while we mind We lust and throw love When we mind less we love more
And when we mind more
We love less You must love to get rid of lust You cannot love and lust the same time
Love gives away, lust keeps away Love like lust But don’t love lust
Lust is not us No wonder it destroys us
Love that’s us It completes us
Refuse lust, to love To refuse love is to lust
He loved us in lust We must love him to dump lust
Love those who fight But don’t lust for their love Yours is to love like christ
Love will suffice
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My budget God: everything Rent: God Food: God Phone: God Clothes: God Save: (just a bit more for lobola) God Entertainment: (that movie) God Offering: God Tithe: God Life cover: God Medical: God Insurance: God Car payment: God Car service: God Petrol: God Forgiveness: paid Sin: I can’t afford Necessities: flowers for Moratuwa
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poor life life
Let’s save the trees and kill the children You “gadda” be a player forget prayer Seek enlightenment forget the light Voting is the most significant act of one’s life Worshiping is for the hallucinating type Our next president will change the world Jesus is just a faded phase I believe in the theology of Oprah Let’s ask her what to do Our church is the tavern We go there with a consistent pattern We go there to party Even to endorse a party Let’s talk about our partners after all this is a place of fathers Give me no purpose, give me no pressure I’ll live according to my leisure The “stars and idols” are my measure
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I want his name on my clothes No probing about the manufacturing of these robes We take drugs for headaches, panics, and waist even spread some on the face We take some to wake, just after swallowing a few to sleep no wonder some are addicted to the pill Let “killy” be I want to give him what i lacked when growing up Let’s choose a lesser evil and reap a bitter reward? Holy wars? Smart bombs?
Does this make sense?
If you think it’s right, then its right If it hurts another plead insanity we are all victims anyway, what insanity Its weird to be a virgin at eighteen and we wonder why they become pregnant at thirteen Sister girl says i wana look like a doll is not a doll made just for the mall? We survive on credit cards? What we own is what was paid Our common friend is “owe” We love to hate the guy called “borrow” at the end the only friend we have is “mr sorrow” I wish i knew a guy called Patrice If we live driven by the external, we’ll never be satisfied
“gadda” an African American slang term meaning “have to” “stars and idols” i am talking about celebrities
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Awarded
I was awarded for works that leave me barren Yes i’m well traveled Awarded For enslaving talents and releasing the lusted I was awarded Awarded for the senseless No award for the senses Awarded So many awards Awarded live, while leaving life
Awarded Listen to thanking patterns Revealing the thinking patterns Aiming for a chance I got an ward that’s base-less It gave me a chance But it reduced my strength The award used me to gain ground For i am the award Not the awarded
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Refiner Fired up like the refinery Like fired before retiring Cold like rejection, yet still with deep penetration He prefers to prepare before regeneration so that the fruits expected can suit the family expectations Refiner’s fire Purges me lest i become a liar Though some of it is undesired It is required Refiner’s fire i feel rejected like a man unhired He loves me i must not become bias, where are you is my cry within I feel like i’m in prison and there’s not even a warden He says you’re looking up, yet you’re not seeing higher seeking the father is like a key slipped through the prison door by another He says i will be with you even through the fire like the Hebrew boys who saw me by going into the fire The seeming pain will turn into your train transporting you on the perfect trail, brining you to the perfect station Though you were not aware of his participation the refiner’s fire is the friend of the Messiah
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’s fire All my fears are gone, i feel like i’m in a new dawn like a girl on her wedding dawn It’s all new, now it’s on though i can still smell the flames Now they bring testimony and praise instead of pain, they bring gain I feel like i’m a police chief my authority felt even in the pit What i have to say is so real for i learnt it in the heat It was the bigger test that brought out my greater strength By the fire i went higher, yet staying humble like a man just hired He turned my misery into my ministry my end into a hand, my fall to a door, i will never know it all The test stretched me beyond self therefore killing dead self and breeding my true self I’m blessed completely, for i’ve been through the refiner’s refinery
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The love
letters of God
They are more than words to comfort
More than promises that cause you to conform More than rules that make you easy to be ruled They are not even threats that cause you to fret They are love letters written from a fountain of love Their aim is to save not to waste, to guard not just to bark This is not a whip of a shepherd, but a tug by the shepherd’s heart changing the intentions and motions of one’s life He speaks louder than a scream with his gentle plead calling one and all not to break the marriage seal The ink is his blood, every word is real, not just to fill the book but to heal the brook To restore the flock by this new walk He is the shepherd hear him talk “ I am the way the truth and the life” except for me there is no God They are 66 in all, written to the flock to rebuke correct and encourage Human authors he did use to show that we can be true Written by different generations to different generations the young and old did their part in this landscape that ultimately show his heart He turned kings into servants, and servants into kings at times when disaster struck and the seed refused to bloom When the man himself became deadly and dangerous, only good for death He stood at the door and said this is still my flock, whoever returns I will put a ring on their finger In the ecstasy of the spirit I call him daddy
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Though he foreknew my bad, He still called me his heir Now I’m his friend, I lay at his chest We learn through John, that the groom is restless to take us home Just as a young man longs for his bride, to make her his wife So is Christ who gave with his life His attire is ready entirely prepared It only seems like the bride won’t accept the proposal hand, perhaps unsure of his love or just loves the pretence The proposal is given, even unto the heathens His love is deep even beyond human sin Behold from the love letters, that he’s served us from the starters The invitation is given, the table is set our chair is in position, it’s up to us to give into his convictions This letters are better than any human pleasure, they’re not just for leisure but eternal Just one turn from love, you’re greeted by lust with a deep yearning desire for life, but only reaping vice Is this to be our experience of life? The master’s heart bleeds with pains of the cross when he sees our rejection and loss, they thought they heard it better and therefore refused the letters an endless end is to be their flaming end His love is true and will cause you to rule He loves you voluntarily, He loves you unconditionally You’re presence is his pleasure, no need to try to entertain Him further Your sins are forgiven, even before you understand the extent of the grievance He’s laid it down bare, just to prove the depth of his care
The love letters of God
The love letters proclaim, He loves the whole world
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Lies so sweet Tell me what i need though you don’t mean it i don’t want to be seen, that i too do bleed Lets pretend and hold hands as if we are friends, but even the hand offends Lying to myself I can’t stand Lies so sweet Lets lie in this pit, and pretend its for sleep Though we feel the heat We’ll just call it a breeze Till one of us “gives” then will call it fate Please i plead one more time please tell me i’m a queen, tell me i’m a king beautiful and clean that’s everything to me lie, lie, lie to me please
“gives” meaning dies
Truth can hurt like a harsh grab, when you’re pulled from a mess yes it hurts to know i’m not the first yes it hurts to know i’m not the one Truth rescued me like bitter medicine by better meditation upon the truth station its like eating healthily out comes my true glow i no longer need blow You take away my loss You’re more than a boss Hanging on the cross is True love My God Truth is you who rescued me You don’t see what i am You see what i can You bring out the true man No comfort in the vanity funfair Now i can stand By truth you mend You make straight my bends I eat thoughts from my friend as i hold his hands Truth he sends Through scriptures we converse i no longer lament Truth, truth, truth please!
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How can i be clean yet so impure I thought the fine linen would make him mine It has turned into a rope by which i hang my very soul I drink bubbly drinks and every one says i have shiny eyes I’m the life of the party, in my presence they forget their hurry I’m not talking “jamali” I’m beyond “Beyonce” the definition of honey No wonder they throw their money I dine in laxuary yet the food is tasteless to me Yes it’s a new jean, yet it can’t seem to cover me I’m lonely though we are many, Can anyone hear my scream I’m playing a game without rules You should see me when i’m in the mood It was my beauty that made me fearless Mommy spoke, i would hear less i was careless Desire was my pedal Being desired was my medal I thought that i was priceless yet i sold it, what madness
iNside OUT
Pleasure that steals my treasure I reduced my own measure I no longer want this pleasure Its sour like Christ’s death hour.
“Jamali” an all female pop band in South Africa “Beyonce” you know her, one of America’s most popular female artists
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TOMO RROW
We make promises about the future When i have enogh i will give enough When she love me, i will love her When he respects me, respect he will get We always speak of tomorrow as if tomorrow will come Tomorrow will come, but it holds no power to become a tomorrow It’s in the ashes of the present that we plant a seed that will make today a faded nightmare of what was not Postponing a tomorrow for tomorrow only brings a tomorrow that holds no tomorrow The present is a seed, plant it produce don’t spend, save don’t swipe While you wait for the crop tirelessly till the ground till there be no potential for weeds and reeds to grow just wins and cheers to glow Bake better from the hurt Bake smiles from the lies Bake inventions from the tensions If you wait for time to be right you will never plant If you wait for days to be divine you will never fly Test it in the storm, for the material by which you build a thing Determines its tomorrow.
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Then entered the Christian Then entered the Christian The sound track of the day was the weeping of women hopelessness has championed and everyone is “lying” on the floor The father returns with a few strangers, can they make a difference? They cry even louder when they see the father all we see is death, they cry even louder The entered the Christian in a dead situation He sent the crying out for they bring only doubt He looked at the situation and saw a resurrection she is only at the first station “she is not dead, the girl is asleep use your faith please TALITAKHUM When the boat reached the other side with it came another tide shrieking, screaming, beating and bruising Bound by demonic shackles, night and day as a tomb no one had enough strength to restrain his feud The entered the Christian Shrieking turned to delightful humming Screaming to laughing Chains and pains into gladness Everything became sane
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Trying to pin him down after allegations had failed they came up with a plan that included a sinful affair This woman was caught red handed in a sinful affair Moses says death! Their declaration of death And the Christian said: I have as much mercy as sugar in an ice cream truck as much mercy as heat in fire as much excuse in a liar, but I bear no lie only truth Go and sin no more that’s how he concludes I have pity and sympathy for the people, my heart feels for them They have been with me for three days and now have nothing to eat What do we have so they can be fed? The people say we don’t have enough for them to be fed Only a child like faith saw the possibility of reproducing such a small portion Seven loaves, like he did in seven days he made it good Wherever the Christian entered He is always the change If death was dominant, life he invited back The weak he made strong He brought hope and joy to the discouraged We now walk in his shoes Wherever we go people must say Then entered the Christian
“lying on the floor” they are confessing natural evidence, their testimony is false
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Who am i?
So which one is really me? am i healed or am i sick? The preacher claims i am healed while my body bags so many diseases to count them leaves me sneezy It seems i have more medicine than a chemist, prescription is my second name I take tablets like their going extinct am i healed or sick? Even after so many sins He insists im clean I might be holy that’s until Dolly sings Then i can’t control what i think especially when she’s wearing pink i can’t help it but sink The feelings i have sold me Hypocrite ill be If i call me holy I’m just saying it like it is Isn’t that honesty? So which one am i? holy or ungodly
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Who am i? Is it the dude sinning or is it the dude signing? am i the one in the brothel or the bother with the brethren reading the testaments Who am i? This mess called life’s got me assaulted with no one to charge how does it help to blame the devil, If the dude mentoring me has a mistress i “gadda” smoke some pot, all this has got me lost Between the way i feel and the way i preach which one is real? Who am i? i can’t help the voice inside telling me i’m better than this half There’s no one on the field but the game isn’t over the next round is about to begin I “gadda” be ready or split I find myself screaming God help me please right there with my dagga lit I am Like christ of the letters I am going to heaven The more i read this truth The more it gives me a truce My feelings still bother me but my faith restores me By counting the facts of scripture they restore my true picture I start to understand the way i was made to function illusive are the ways of mullfunction Sin defeats us easily make Jesus your mirror Jesus defeats me, just to free me Surrendered to him Every principle of the word I’m undefeatable gives me more head way Though my change is not instantaneous my spirit reminds me of the precious As i move through this pressure my character becomes more precious Its like climbing on a ladder my view becomes better My giants become smaller As i learn to see through his eyes, and exercise my spiritual rights Something in me with a true exhilarating, unquestionable, unquenchable joy beyond comparison without any carnal compliments confesses This is whom you are meant to be I AM THROUGH THE I AM
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Who will go in? Is it the right or the righteous? Who will go in? Is it the law givers or the law keepers? Is it the called out or the sold out?
Who will go in? Is it those who know about him or those who know him? Is it the winners or the surrendered?
“Usher” A popular RnB and Soul American Artists, you should see the guy dance! wow
Who will go in? Is it the black or white? Which religion will suffice? It will only be the Christ like Those who have surrendered their lives It won’t be those who rule the mic or are characterized by lies not even looks that rule But a heart willing to be ruled So who will go in? Not those who posses church culture, or the type will call ushers maybe even “Usher” if his life be ushered by the holy spirit who has given us a new culture They look like Christ to the letter Their feelings don’t matter The answer is repentance with no pretence No one can jump the fence its not about going in, its about going home Leaving Him, is like leaving gold Your crib is not the pit Hold his hand with an honest stand Don’t let go till you reach his land Loving him is the ultimate peak To the reader, visit Harry’s crib when we get home
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Womb tomb or Is my life a womb or a tomb Am i bearing or aborting My heartfelt desire is to be pregnant like Marry to be filled with the holy ghost to a point where people can’t help but realize that i am expecting Let my life be a field where the planted word reaps rewards show me the weeds early on oh Lord for i want be a womb not a tomb I “wanna” conform to your true nature no exaggerated perpetrators, like lust, greed, vice or weed endless they are in their entire creeds, rather let me be your garden were you develop your patterns Plant a word in me, and let it grow in my friend by influence and a persistent stand Out flowing your strands giving the accuser no chance Make me a womb not a tomb My inside bears an “RIP” sign Even God’s son can’t forgive this jive, so i thought and ignored his knock I said i am a tomb by my own decree, while he said i am womb by his resurrected decree I am a womb not a tomb i bear not my past, but i share in Christ’s future my history starts at the cross and his story mine and yours Resurrected without a fault, now we are carrying our cross Let Him work through you and the enemy’s manipulation will no longer be broadcast through you I am God’s channel and only he holds exclusive rights to point me where he likes No longer broadcasting trash and less, but now am trash less call me “HBN” Holy Ghost Broadcasting Network The enemy no longer rents space in my mind he can’t afford the bill for i no longer need the pills I am a womb brother carrying heavenly wealth, do you comprehend? I am maintaining a pregnancy and that’s where i stand
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What is a blessing? A blazing beautiful envelope fat as a lamb
Even the world in their worldly awards
ready for the slaughter stashed
claim it’s a blessing that brought them fame
in my hand with a beaming smile Is this a blessing?
Are we looking at a mirage or truth? has the blessing come short?
A gentle hug from a stranger for the unexpected
Dead and buried under the master’s heart,
help offered across the street
what is it? Who has it? How did he get it?
Is this a blessing?
If she’s got it at all Let’s examine the text to get rid of the pests
Bling bling in my pockets,
Abraham not Abram was blessed
My car carrying the latest gudgets
for its stated leave,
From “POW WOW” sound system to cruise
I’ll make you a blessing
control, My feet are useless in this model
I’ll curse those who curse you and
its click way and the roof moves away,
Blessed are those who bless you!
call me on my iPhone cause i’m not at home
(I can even bless someone? Far Out!)
Is this a blessing? Let’s examine his life I said “I do” and will never refute the truth
Abraham feared God like we fear lice,
She’s all that and more, its crystal clear that
the way a child fears night
I’m blessed. Isn’t it?
I mean that with no spite He revered God and gave him all
What is a blessing?
How do I know he feared the lord?
Is it always covered with “ice”
For he went to a place he did not know
comfortable and nice?
All he was to be was determined
Is it financial gain, or respect instead of pain?
by an unknown destination
dignity like Mandela, or success like
He – feared – God
Mamphela Ramphela
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Millions today claim they’re blessed,
Here is the conclusion to the book,
just because they’ve got cash
based only on Truth
yet the owner says with every piece of the pie,
To be blessed doesn’t mean less,
i seem to loose my life
but more than these facts
I can buy a faster car, but can’t seem to reach
Can you be blessed and have debts?
the destination, this is not a blessing
Only for a while as this is your present Can you be blessed, and yet your
The word is fair and tells us that
body bags diseases?
he made mistakes,
Only for a while as this is what you’re
yet we don’t remember Him for that for that’s
passing through
not where he ended He was blameless before the Lord,
To be blessed is to be Abraham,
that’s why i call him blessed
not in one way but all fashions
Bound by the deal he had with the Lord
Yes you live in the body, but not in the flesh
called a covenant
You’ve left the roots of the curse to bloom the fruits of his presence
He paid his dues by being true to the rules Don’t call yourself blessed if you’ve got
You’ve made a deal with the future,
no relations with Christ
for he controls what’s coming
How can you be his,
You’ve said no to hell by holding God’s hand,
if you obey not the will that be his
No matter what you might be like now
From that agreement we know
Abraham became more
what we can have
He might have had more,
a relationship with the lamb
but he became more when he left his land he became a friend of God
That’s the thing that Adam left
when he said amen to that fruit
Some died in hunger, yet blessed
Not that he didn’t care, but he cared little for
Some by the sword even more blessed
God’s views and abused his rule
Some by betrayal yet blessed Mattered but blessed, burned on the stake like the fathers of the faith yet blessed violent and rosy death To be blessed is to become Abraham
“ice” an American informal term refering to diamonds
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