Psychology of the Evangelist Soul
What happens,
when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within one's soul?
When that bowl of hope is poured so openly upon the soil...
When your blood is heated to a boil
by the passion washing over you,
and you notice all the overflow of pain
from all hates spoils...?
They say:
We All Want Freedom.
And They say:
The Truth will set you Free.
but Some say:
The Truth hurts,
and there's such a thing as too much Honesty.
They say:
Ignorance is Bliss.
And THAT,
I say,
Is Wisdom.
Not in a positive sense...
I just feel that I should mention:
I believe that Life has an intent to hit
us hard enough to make us fall....
Or to make us prove we are not Wimps...
And In the End, Stand Tall...
What happens,
when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within our soul?
We find the world outside ourselves
to be made of storms and coils...
Spirals, viral porn: incurable,
drugs, and child soldiers...
A volcano, ready to erupt,
perplexing, vexing,
mankind smolders....
We hide behind our soundproof glass,
and pretend we cannot see...
Closing our eyes, forgetting the past,
then turning off our t.v.
And the hungry broadcast thoughts of sorrow,
but our eyelids? Glued with greed...
One million died ten years ago...
But we refused to intercede...
Cuz they were black, and we were not,
but together, Red we bleed.
Yeah, I know. Just being real.
I beg you, Do Not Flee!
The Unforgiving children,
Orphans who plead, one day will scream,
at YOUR kids, morbidly,
Help Me, Help Me Please...!!!
And the same can be said for addiction and whoring.
The hungry and obese.
The rich, the poor...
In guerrilla war...
Translation? On there knees.
In prayer, asking for help from the King of 7 by 70.
On Judgment Day,
when sinner's beat on the ceiling from below God's crystal sea...
And you hear the muffled screams,
Why didn't you tell me this would be!?
To fall forever in this pit,
for love forever runs from me...
To laugh no longer,
in the darkness,
a savage insanity...
What happens when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within your soul?
What happens when your heart can see?
Will you know you did all that you could to Stretch the Saved,
to fill the Seas?
Or will you sit back and watch them burn?
For forever: flames can feed....
They say,
We all want Freedom.
"What will you pay to be free from Shame?"
The Truth will set you Free.
"The Truth died on the Cross that Day!
And the pain He felt is still here today,
for all mankind displays,
the evidence,
of things not seen...
The evidence called Faith..."
Truth hurts.
"Truth is a name.
His pain reverberates and shakes,
the Gates of Hell and Heaven...
I ask you brethren,
are you listening?
I just said that Heaven is not full
and Hell also still has room.
That Truth has been shot in the back,
by we, who hate consumes.
Truth has been so misconstrued that
It seems we are allowed to have 2.
That people, aren't dying everyday,
most of them still in the womb.
In fact none of us were even born,
until Truth erased the mourning...
So, here we are.
In pain, and grieving.
Humanity in need of healing.
Nothing standing in our way,
but ourselves,
No roof, no ceiling.
So come with me.
Lets change the ways of man,
let morning dawn,
and hand in hand,
we'll march on and on.
Until we're called to sing the Song of Coming Home."
Truth hurts,
and there's such a thing as too much Honesty...
But when mind, will, and emotions become whole within ones soul,
One can bear it. Even take joy in the fact that we can proudly own,
What belongs in Whole to the One on the Throne. His Heart, ours to have and to hold....
when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within one's soul?
When that bowl of hope is poured so openly upon the soil...
When your blood is heated to a boil
by the passion washing over you,
and you notice all the overflow of pain
from all hates spoils...?
They say:
We All Want Freedom.
And They say:
The Truth will set you Free.
but Some say:
The Truth hurts,
and there's such a thing as too much Honesty.
They say:
Ignorance is Bliss.
And THAT,
I say,
Is Wisdom.
Not in a positive sense...
I just feel that I should mention:
I believe that Life has an intent to hit
us hard enough to make us fall....
Or to make us prove we are not Wimps...
And In the End, Stand Tall...
What happens,
when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within our soul?
We find the world outside ourselves
to be made of storms and coils...
Spirals, viral porn: incurable,
drugs, and child soldiers...
A volcano, ready to erupt,
perplexing, vexing,
mankind smolders....
We hide behind our soundproof glass,
and pretend we cannot see...
Closing our eyes, forgetting the past,
then turning off our t.v.
And the hungry broadcast thoughts of sorrow,
but our eyelids? Glued with greed...
One million died ten years ago...
But we refused to intercede...
Cuz they were black, and we were not,
but together, Red we bleed.
Yeah, I know. Just being real.
I beg you, Do Not Flee!
The Unforgiving children,
Orphans who plead, one day will scream,
at YOUR kids, morbidly,
Help Me, Help Me Please...!!!
And the same can be said for addiction and whoring.
The hungry and obese.
The rich, the poor...
In guerrilla war...
Translation? On there knees.
In prayer, asking for help from the King of 7 by 70.
On Judgment Day,
when sinner's beat on the ceiling from below God's crystal sea...
And you hear the muffled screams,
Why didn't you tell me this would be!?
To fall forever in this pit,
for love forever runs from me...
To laugh no longer,
in the darkness,
a savage insanity...
What happens when the mind, will, and emotions
become whole within your soul?
What happens when your heart can see?
Will you know you did all that you could to Stretch the Saved,
to fill the Seas?
Or will you sit back and watch them burn?
For forever: flames can feed....
They say,
We all want Freedom.
"What will you pay to be free from Shame?"
The Truth will set you Free.
"The Truth died on the Cross that Day!
And the pain He felt is still here today,
for all mankind displays,
the evidence,
of things not seen...
The evidence called Faith..."
Truth hurts.
"Truth is a name.
His pain reverberates and shakes,
the Gates of Hell and Heaven...
I ask you brethren,
are you listening?
I just said that Heaven is not full
and Hell also still has room.
That Truth has been shot in the back,
by we, who hate consumes.
Truth has been so misconstrued that
It seems we are allowed to have 2.
That people, aren't dying everyday,
most of them still in the womb.
In fact none of us were even born,
until Truth erased the mourning...
So, here we are.
In pain, and grieving.
Humanity in need of healing.
Nothing standing in our way,
but ourselves,
No roof, no ceiling.
So come with me.
Lets change the ways of man,
let morning dawn,
and hand in hand,
we'll march on and on.
Until we're called to sing the Song of Coming Home."
Truth hurts,
and there's such a thing as too much Honesty...
But when mind, will, and emotions become whole within ones soul,
One can bear it. Even take joy in the fact that we can proudly own,
What belongs in Whole to the One on the Throne. His Heart, ours to have and to hold....
The Masterpiece
At 2 in the mornin',
Soul moanin',
Hungry,
Love for the Lord festers like a hot-iron applied to your heart.
Prayin':
More Glory!
for the King, so holy,
when visions of His Grace capture my imagination and sweep me off into the dark.
Offerin'
His hand,
I step forward into the Spirit.
His presence erasing anything that was disturbing life's spark.
Caught up in the moment,
All I could see was him.
and He Spoke!
"That's all they will see too,
But I've got some things to reveal...
Look through me and see,
you who needs to speak,
and believe
that what I show you is Eternities Masterpiece."
What then greeted me,
is a more beautiful thing,
than my words might describe;
but He made me a poet,
so I simply have to write!
Its as if,
I was standing on a cliff,
overlooking the Servants Gifts,
to Him.
In the distance,
I watched the clouds just lift,
I saw columns of fire,
tornadoes, waterfalls, meteors,
and lightning.
But closer still I saw a mix,
of Angels,
standing next to men.
Above I saw the universe,
but all at once; CANT COMPREHEND
how to tell you.
Just hear me out!
For this is simply what I dreamt...
I saw a stage,
and there for praise:
a million instruments!
From humanities beginnings: Sticks!
On through the things without invent.
Yet all was still,
a silent shrill.
It nearly burned to hear!
But on That Day!
He'll will no fear,
and with no more adieu:
All souls away were blew...
they flew, they flew, they flew,
yes they flew, and then they flew!
To start:
the sticks and stones were tapped!
They rapped at His throne room door.
And then percussion!
African drums, there rhythm begged for more!
So, flutes began and wind instruments;
the Tornado blew the tune.
Then the Waterfall began piano,
and Fire's flowers bloomed.
All over the room the people moved in firey celebration,
This dance began and some were touched with instant restoration.
An earthquake shook us!
The Mountains jumped!
and to add to their drop,
a drumroll started!
More modern now,
His throne room door was knocked!
A guitar began,
above the music,
and all of us were left in shock,
when Lightning grabbed a hold of it,
and Distortion brought the Rock!
Angelic voices all around!
Amidst the Shepherd's Flock,
cried, "Holy, Holy, Holy!"
And my friends they did not stop!!!
Every animal then joined in with us!
Every Lion roared, every Raven squawked!
Then ALL the Body,
Unified, joined:
"Holy, Holy, Holy God!"
An Asian gong then Set It Off,
With a move in pace towards Hip-Hop!
DJ Spirit scratched His vinyl's 'til His hands...: ABLAZE were caught!
Samples of every worship song since the Dawn of Time, before God: was brought.
And violins gave atmosphere,
as the people's heads did nod.
The violins were played by love,
an incense we can't see,
but when they played,
with moods displayed:
Love was so thick it was hard to breathe!
The Men and Women chanted,
back and forth to the King,
"Holy, Holy, Holy!"
as the drums increased in speed!
Almost jazzy now,
as trumpet sounds and saxophones,
brought intimacy;
until it sped up more,
and then some techno set us free!
We danced, we sing!
We chant, we're free!
Some screamed, some hit our knees!
The stars, moons, and planets
each joined in too!
With a Holy, Holy is He!
His door then cracked,
but only an inch,
so to help Him hear our plea:
a mike was presented,
and we all in turn,
sang our OWN song to the King.
As His door swung open,
and the lights went dim,
the last thing I could see,
Was Jesus smiling face,
As a New Heaven and Earth came into being!
Soul moanin',
Hungry,
Love for the Lord festers like a hot-iron applied to your heart.
Prayin':
More Glory!
for the King, so holy,
when visions of His Grace capture my imagination and sweep me off into the dark.
Offerin'
His hand,
I step forward into the Spirit.
His presence erasing anything that was disturbing life's spark.
Caught up in the moment,
All I could see was him.
and He Spoke!
"That's all they will see too,
But I've got some things to reveal...
Look through me and see,
you who needs to speak,
and believe
that what I show you is Eternities Masterpiece."
What then greeted me,
is a more beautiful thing,
than my words might describe;
but He made me a poet,
so I simply have to write!
Its as if,
I was standing on a cliff,
overlooking the Servants Gifts,
to Him.
In the distance,
I watched the clouds just lift,
I saw columns of fire,
tornadoes, waterfalls, meteors,
and lightning.
But closer still I saw a mix,
of Angels,
standing next to men.
Above I saw the universe,
but all at once; CANT COMPREHEND
how to tell you.
Just hear me out!
For this is simply what I dreamt...
I saw a stage,
and there for praise:
a million instruments!
From humanities beginnings: Sticks!
On through the things without invent.
Yet all was still,
a silent shrill.
It nearly burned to hear!
But on That Day!
He'll will no fear,
and with no more adieu:
All souls away were blew...
they flew, they flew, they flew,
yes they flew, and then they flew!
To start:
the sticks and stones were tapped!
They rapped at His throne room door.
And then percussion!
African drums, there rhythm begged for more!
So, flutes began and wind instruments;
the Tornado blew the tune.
Then the Waterfall began piano,
and Fire's flowers bloomed.
All over the room the people moved in firey celebration,
This dance began and some were touched with instant restoration.
An earthquake shook us!
The Mountains jumped!
and to add to their drop,
a drumroll started!
More modern now,
His throne room door was knocked!
A guitar began,
above the music,
and all of us were left in shock,
when Lightning grabbed a hold of it,
and Distortion brought the Rock!
Angelic voices all around!
Amidst the Shepherd's Flock,
cried, "Holy, Holy, Holy!"
And my friends they did not stop!!!
Every animal then joined in with us!
Every Lion roared, every Raven squawked!
Then ALL the Body,
Unified, joined:
"Holy, Holy, Holy God!"
An Asian gong then Set It Off,
With a move in pace towards Hip-Hop!
DJ Spirit scratched His vinyl's 'til His hands...: ABLAZE were caught!
Samples of every worship song since the Dawn of Time, before God: was brought.
And violins gave atmosphere,
as the people's heads did nod.
The violins were played by love,
an incense we can't see,
but when they played,
with moods displayed:
Love was so thick it was hard to breathe!
The Men and Women chanted,
back and forth to the King,
"Holy, Holy, Holy!"
as the drums increased in speed!
Almost jazzy now,
as trumpet sounds and saxophones,
brought intimacy;
until it sped up more,
and then some techno set us free!
We danced, we sing!
We chant, we're free!
Some screamed, some hit our knees!
The stars, moons, and planets
each joined in too!
With a Holy, Holy is He!
His door then cracked,
but only an inch,
so to help Him hear our plea:
a mike was presented,
and we all in turn,
sang our OWN song to the King.
As His door swung open,
and the lights went dim,
the last thing I could see,
Was Jesus smiling face,
As a New Heaven and Earth came into being!