Creation sent to me the centipede to witness the complexity of one hundred legs that were moving unexpectedly ironically just as they were meant to be, they’re fearfully and wonderfully made; An organism praised in circadian rhythms: the sun will rise and then the sun will set, and then the sun will rise again, so lift up your head!
this is life: not a static object preserved and displayed like a relic from the dead You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease growin’ in a bucket in a rich man’s home next to the TV tamed and alone learnin’ to lust for the things you don’t own like an arm chair warrior who’s been dethroned Declawed and fixed fighting for you life with unattended slit wrists. Don’t let your name get intermingled with the number cause its time to awaken from the devilish slumber, to freely follow the Forerunner to the fatherland and rally round the renaissance man and the wisdom of His ways and all the work of His hands catch come as catch can concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man, the plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor: a wolf in sheep’s clothes with monotonous lectures and questionable gestures unequal measures cultural pressures and synthetic textures force fed instead of the most beautiful architecture of our long lost, forgotten origins: Unseen fiber in the blood of my King And that old rock where we confessed our sins
Oh, my God, fellow man in this great land they all cry out for full restoration and this will take patience AND THIS WILL TAKE THE TRIBES AND THE TONGUES OF ALL THE NATIONS and all of creation groans in anticipation Waitin’ for the Son of God to be manifest I can feel it burnin’ in my chest The liberation for the oppressed
And it’s beautiful like the feet that bring good news… Its beautiful like this freedom tune Its beautiful like the power to choose…to change Beautiful like the long awaited rain Beautiful like the healing pains Beautiful like the holy flames…coming down!