Street Corner PreacherA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey
It was in the dead of
Winter but you wouldn't Have known it today The orange sunrays Opened up and gave Us warmth from Pikes Peak To Red Rocks To downtown That is where I found Him The nickel dime Preacher who hollers For dollars yet it is Strange that he begs For change and says We all need to change Because a change Is coming through Who thought he Or Jesus would Change our point Of view I listened to him Yell, "You are All Going to Hell!" At that moment He looked at me I looked at him as He shouted "It's like fire Shut up my bones" And I felt something Warm in my soul I wasn't no longer cold I felt the flame Going higher and higher I screamed hallelujah!!! At the top of my lungs He danced I danced He said "praise God!" You got the spirit I said "naw" What you saw Was that "Love Jones" That I felt in my bones My desires were set On fire!!!! Oh And I know Jesus
Loves me Cause your bible Tells me so © 2015 Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey |
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Added on February 12, 2015 Last Updated on February 12, 2015 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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