He gives me words to speak.

Often when I’m wide-awake,

but also in my sleep.

You may think I sound pathetic,

Words of beauty so poetic.

Then at times they’re quite prophetic.

Always with a heartfelt message.

That message is for you to hear

That message is simple, always clear.

Like do not fear.

He talks to me at the strangest times,

Nearly always in words that rhyme.

He gave me a mouth to speak without fuss

And two ears to listen, twice as much.

Yes, listen, something we all can do.

So why don’t you?

If it was anyone else talking to you,

You would listen wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t

you?

So, why don’t you listen to Him?

Words lost upon a whim.

Too many distractions, broken attractions,

Listen a fraction, dissatisfaction.

Every action has a reaction.

Come now listen to Him.

Somehow vision the win.

His words will set your tongue on fire

Don’t be blinded by the liar.

Tell me your desire? You want to be

higher?

Listen be-a-trier. Time to choose the fire.

Set your tongue on fire.

Instead you’re the denier.

Foolish dissatisfier,

Lost within the mire,

He is now the crier.

To ignore that loving voice,

it really is your choice.

But every action has a reaction,

consequences we must face.

His love was shown in action,

to recompense the human race.

Now He talks to me, He talks to you too,

but you? Don’t have a clue, do you?

Don’t listen with your ears,

your heart you must use.

No longer be confused.

Just let Him in and you will win,

no longer you refuse.

INSPIRED BY GOD

I been thinking ‘bout the good times,
been thinking ‘bout the fun,
Been a wandering in the darkness
and a wondering what’ve I done?
(repeat)
Feeding off the memories but memories fade and die,
Doom and gloom and darkness over head in an ever changing sky.

[Chorus]

Inspiration come, inspiration go,
Exactly where it go, aint no body know. x2

I hear the sound…. I hear the sound,
I hear the sound of the nightingale as it sits away up high,
Unaware of darkness looming, looming in the sky.
Riders on the backs of horses running from the storm,
No inspiration’s needed now we must be home by dawn!

Yeshua Adonai we love you!

People, people, people, people everywhere,
Hurrying, scurrying without a care.
People struggling to make ends meet
On their way to nowhere, walking in their sleep
people keep looking, people keep searching, searching to stay alive.
People keep looking, people keep searching, for that feeling good inside.
Are you searching for that feeling that feels good inside?
Are you searching for that feeling to make you stay alive?

Yo people!
What are you searching for?
Are you searching for inspiration?
Well I’ll tell you.
When you find your inspiration then take some good advice.
Are you inspired by good?
Are you inspired by bad?
Are you inspired by Jesus Christ?
God gave his Holy Spirit, inspiration to us all.
So don’t give up, just ask yourself,
What’s that inspiration for?

[Chorus]

Inspiration come, inspiration go,
Exactly where it go, aint no body know. x2

REALITY

MASTER’s MC

POETIC JUSTICE

THE WORD

MYSTIFIED

CROSS THE LINE

I’m the clay. Know I gotta, try to pray.

Dunno whatta, need to say.

But I’m gonna, try today.

You made me, a man of clay.

You saved me, going astray.

Gently mould me, make me your way.

You change my clay, to DNA.

You gave me music, to dance and play.

You gave me choice, I like reggae.

In my old days, when I decay.

Still show the way, you’re my YAHWEH!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Feel the centre, of my pain.

Am I meant to, go in sane?

You see my thoughts, inside my brain.

You hear me, when I complain.

You forgive me, for every stain.

Help me to retrain, gain sanity again.

Transform my brain, like a hurricane!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Need to know, what is my purpose?

Why do people, try to hurt us?

What is my purpose, I’m just curious?

Feel like a clown, think I’ll join the circus?

When I feel down, am I just surplus?

Look at my frown, will you cure us?

You restore us, as you’re for us!

You paid the price, made the purchase!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.  

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Do you want me, to be unique?

Trace round my outline, on a sheet?

A cardboard cut-out, to follow the sheep.

Am I invisible, walking down the street.

Day after day, rinse, spin, repeat.

When you see me, am I just meat?

Out of time, missed a beat.

Speak to me, send a tweet!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

I’m a clay man, what is my fate?

When clay dries, it’s easy to break.

Have you tried, to break a plate.

So in my, dried out state.

Go easy on me, for my sake.

Please still mould me, it’s not too late.

There’s still time, to clean my slate.

Even for me, this reprobate!

You’re the Potter, I’m the clay.

Know I gotta, try to pray.

Dunno whatta, need to say.

But I’m gonna, try today.

When I hear the word, It’s quite absurd,

I think of the tree that Poets come from.

The Poet Tree.

But really? Do poets really grow on trees?

Can the words of a poet cure disease?

That seems a very strange thought ?

But words do stir and some may cure,

They mend a broken mind,

open the eyes of the blind,

They set the captives free, those words of

poetry.

Grown on the Poet Tree.

Poets are born and then they grow,

then some their seeds do sow.

Their words are seeds, their words they

shout.

Their seeds they scatter all about.

Do you have doubt?

The scattered seeds one and all, they fall,

without a sound.

Fall silently, so quietly, then finally,

they hit the ground.

Some fall on stone, some land in thorns

and some the birds do eat.

But those that land in fertile soil,

will provide a treat and cause a heart to

beat.

And then another tree does grow,

from which abundant seeds do flow.

Words a flowing, they flow with rhyme.

Write a poem that blows your mind.

And then you find, in amongst the forest,

that special tree,

the Poet Tree. Release the blind,

the poet made a promise, the poet King

Adonis.

Or Adonai, He is Lord, He first spoke the

Word.

But the king of the poets, wasn’t grown on

a tree, didn’t come from the Poet Tree.

He was given to us as a gift from God,

sent down from Heaven high above.

He was given to us like seeds in a pod,

with grace, mercy and lashings of love.

Those lashings stripped the flesh from his

back, that greatest poet ever.

The lashings of love,

nails hammered with a thwack,

for you and the meekest beggar.

Didn’t grow on a tree, but on a tree He died,

wept and cried, crucified.

The poet King did set me free, as He hung

upon that Poet Tree.

My strength is now in you!

² You are my Fortress, my Deliverer and my Rock.

Your protection over me is strong and never stops.

You’re my refuge, my Shield

and the Horn of my Salvation.

I trust you, my High Tower of strength,

you are my destination.

³ All I need to do; is to call to you.

You are so worthy to be praised.

I’m saved from the enemy’s blaze.

⁴ In death’s entangled rope,

over-whelmed by torrent’s destruction.

⁵ I fear I have no hope,

in the snare of death’s obstruction.

⁶ I cried out to God in my distress,

“Save me from this mess.”

In his heavenly temple he heard me so clear.

My anguished voice, full of fear, softly filled his ears.

My deepest sob; to rescuer God.

⁷ The earth trembled and shook,

rocked to the mountain’s foundation.

The mountains moved and quaked,

shaken by his angry indignation.

⁸ Smoke bellowed from his nostrils flared.

His mouth spewed fire with devouring despair,

 coals blazing, encircling him everywhere.

⁹ He descended out of heaven’s drawn back curtain.

To earth he came for certain.

Through thick black clouds no burden.

¹⁰ He charged in a thunderous chariot,

his steed a cherubim.

Soaring, swooping, on the wings, of the Spirit-wind.

¹¹ He made the darkness his secret place to hide.

Dark rain clouds of the skies, his mysterious disguise.

¹² Brightness of his advance, so frightening.

Break through cloud, with his bolts of lightning.

¹³ His voice sounded as thunder,

amid flashes of wonder!

¹⁴ With fiery arrows he did aim.

Enemy scattered in flaming rain.

¹⁵ You exposed sea beds and the earth’s foundation,

 your mighty roar, a hurricane of devastation.

¹⁶ From way up high, he knew; what to do.

Reached out his hand, came to my rescue.

Pulled me from calamity, from despair to his pity!

¹⁷ From my enemy he delivered,

from those so strong that I quivered!

Delivered from my wrongdoer,

he is my mighty rescuer.

¹⁸ When I was weak, I truly faced disaster.

When it was bleak, support came from my Master.

¹⁹ Because of his delight for me, he considered me.

Into a spacious, precious place, he delivered me.

²⁰ He rewarded me, according my righteous integrity,

recompensed for my clean hands of sincerity.

²¹ I will keep his commands and never stop.

I’ll never sin, or turn from him; no matter what.

²² I’ve stayed focused on his decrees,

obeyed everything that he told me.

²³ I’ve remained upright and blameless.

I’m uncorrupted and shameless.

Pure and secure!

²⁴ According to my righteousness,

The Lord has recompensed.

Rewarding me with graciousness,

he sees my hands are cleansed.

²⁵ To the faithful, you show you’re faithful.

To the merciful, you show you’re merciful.

To the blameless, you show you’re blameless.

To the upright, you show you’re righteousness.

How we live dictates what you do.

To the loyal, you are loyal and true.

²⁶ You are pure to all, who are full of pureness.

To the devious and perverse, reveal your shrewdness.

²⁷ To the humble and innocent,

you bring heaven’s deliverance.

The supercilious and proud, are not allowed.

²⁸ You light my lamp, illuminate my sight.

God my champ; turns darkness into light.

Shadows are no more, I see the path before.

²⁹ With your support, through a troop I advance.

Smash through a wall, given the chance.

³⁰ God is perfection!

His Word, tried, tested with satisfaction.

Secure in the shelter of gratification.

There’s no other god like you.

You’re the God to worship, I know it’s true.

³¹ You are my rock, my firm foundation.

My life secure, in every situation.

³² Filled in your strength, showered in perfection.

³³ I climb high, with feet like a deer.

Stand strong and secure, with you near.

³⁴ You have trained me for the fight,

with weapons of such might.

A bow of bronze I bend.

Into battle I descend.

³⁵ You provide me with the shield of your salvation.

Your right hand gives sustentation.

With greatness, you made me,

inspired for victory.

³⁶ You set me free, from captivity.

 Now, I stand restored, set to fight some more.

On your path so wide, my feet will never slide.

³⁷ I pursued my foe and never retreated,

didn’t give up until they were defeated!

³⁸ I smashed and crushed them into the ground,

beneath my feet I did pound.

They fled and bled, as good as dead.

³⁹ Your strength you did bestow on me,

humbled my enemy, below me.

⁴⁰ My enemies turned their backs in flight,

silenced them in their plight.

⁴¹ They cried out for help, for deliverance.

Even God refused them a second chance.

He remained silent, in such defiance.

⁴² I pulverised them into wind-blown dust,

trampled them like dirt, in disgust.

⁴³ You granted me victory over every race.

Now, I’m head of the nations, in this place.

Even those I never knew serve and bow at my face.

⁴⁴ As soon as foreign rebels, of me heard,

they submitted and obeyed, my every word.

⁴⁵ They all lost their hearts.

The bunch of upstarts,

from strongholds now depart.

Their rebellion fades, as they crawl from their caves.

⁴⁶ The Almighty lives! My Rock is blessed!

God our Saviour, our exaltation be acquest.

The Saviour of my days; is worthy to be praised!

⁴⁷ God is my Avenger!

All people come, surrender.

⁴⁸ Who saved me from my foe?

You lifted me from my enemy show.

The violent man, you brought low.

⁴⁹ Before the nations I acclaim,

and praise your Holy name.

⁵⁰ Victory and triumph he does bring,

to me David, his anointed king,

and eternally to, my off-spring!

Listen! Give me your guarantee!

If your hearing is depraved,

I will go down to the grave.

Without your reply, I might as well die!

² Can you hear me crying out?

For your mercy I do shout.

I surrender before your mercy seat.

I pray Lord, hear me weep!

³ Don’t drag me away with the nefarious.

Those hypocrites are so iniquitous.

Talk sweetly to their neighbours, they’re such a farce,

while holding evil against them, in their rotten hearts.

⁴ Give them everything they deserve.

Don’t hold back, no reserve!

Pay back according to their deeds.

⁵ Since they don’t care or believe,

in you and what you have accomplished.

Flatten them like a building being demolished.

⁶ Praise God, who heard my plea! My call for mercy.

⁷ You’re my strength and shield,

protecting me from harm.

My heart trusts you, no need for an alarm.

I break into song, jump with joy,

in praise I raise my arms!

⁸ You will be my strength augmentation,

anointed stronghold of my salvation!

⁹ Save your bequest, let none ever fall.

Like a shepherd, carrying, leading, forevermore!

You rest in the shadow of, El Shaddai.

² I will say of The Lord,

“He is my refuge and my fortress!

He is my God of faithfulness.”

³ From the fowler’s snare, you will be saved.

He’ll rescue you, from the deadly plague.

⁴ His feathers are your protection,

hide under his wings, to avoid detection.

His faithfulness will be your defensive deflection.

⁵ You will not fear the terror of night,

by day no fear of the arrow in flight.

⁶ No fear for disease, that comes under the moon,

nor the plague, that destroys at noon.

⁷ With many thousands dying and disaster all around,

nothing will harm you, as you remain safe and sound.

⁸ As the wicked face punishment and damnation,

you will look on, in observation!

⁹ Because The Lord, is your place to hide,

the Most High, lives right by your side.

¹⁰ You’ll sense no evil detection,

safe from plague infection!

¹¹ For he will give his angels charge over you

and guard you; in everything that you do.

¹² With their hands, they lift you, to the safety zone,

so you don’t strike your foot against a stone.

¹³ You will tread on the lion and rattlesnake,

trample and crush, without pain or ache!

¹⁴ Then God says,

“Because you acknowledge, I am, ‘I Am’,

I’ll always protect you, with my rescue plan.

¹⁵ I will always answer, when you call.

I’ll be with you, in times of trouble.

I’ll deliver and honour you all, without a fall.

¹⁶ I’ll bless you, with a long life of gratification,

and show you joy in my salvation!”

To see the making of creation

Witness the breaking foundation

Be present, when it begun

Watch stars, be hung and flung

Lasting impression

What a session

Perfection

Sun, Moon

BOOM!

FREEDOM

In the valley of the lost we stand

Hearts of sadness, is this your plan?

Darkness moves across the land

Pull me from this quicksand

Rescue me, with might

Shine light, give sight

Escapee

Set free

Me

RISE UP

Rise up now, it’s time to shout about

Answer your call, now shout it out

Join God’s army, blazing fire

Shake the curse of the liar

Follow your desire

Take you higher

Creative

Take aim

Fire