My tongues that interpret my Prayer

My tongues that interpret my Prayer

A Poem by Praiser

How rude have I been to you God?

Day after day after, year after year

And still you open my eyes, to tell me 

I love you

And that`s more then my Praise can Show-Off my Worshiper

Can I talk to the Nation, with my Family, My Friend, MY enemy, and my self?

We done turn our backs

We done gotten on God nerves

Where our feeling won`t surrender

How old of a fool do we must come

To believe the dead don`t live better then us

But if it wasn`t for his Grace and Mercy

Where would we be?

If the earth wasn’t a gift that he gave us

When religion is a message, to tell death

 We will die

Then the bad has right to be here to

It just the things we do without God first

To tell God we are holier then he is

Who told you that Lie?

Was it your situation, your money, your kids, your sickness, your girl friend or boy friend?

So Many excuses

To give sin power to keep us miserable

Why blame God for things we do to ourselves?

When we drink brew of potions, to have know Royalty

Our ancestor cries out, for the curses they left

When it up us to stop it, we rather join forces, to tell God we are not free

How angry do we make God? When the same question is to our kids

Sin is just like Lust, it doesn`t care who you are

It comes to kill and destroy, like his master the devil

But God is still our Father and not our daddy

And when he said believe, Jesus was the only way

Who are we following, not  to have a relationship with God?

When we astray, when we don`t obey

How many times, will we used the devil for an excuse

When your free will is yours and not hears

Who am I?

 Tell you something I done fail at many time

A son of God

Who still make mistake, but as long as I stay in my Father face, his Love will never throw me away

You see I was born by his hand, the only God who made me, to be perfect

Because without going through something you will never learn, to trust, step out on faith, or believe what we call to do is a sacrifices

When Heaven is coming to us, and if we are not the word, then we shall pass away with heaven and earth  

Just to hear God say well done

Then I`m already in Heaven

God forgive us, we do know what we do

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper

 

 

© 2011 Praiser


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Praiser
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Lynchburge, VA



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I write for God an I dance for him My group mime is call prodigious My hip hop Gospel group is movers and shakers , my Minstery name is Praiser the Show-off Worshiper more..

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