I'm elated to have been created by the creator of all creatures and in the image of his unlimited features. Each of his vessels Are born and adorned with special uniqueness. Not to have you clapping for me, but mine just happens to be The agility and ability to speak this poetic phonetic dialect that connects me to the projects and the people who live there who give it all, just to be noticed with the utensil known as the pencil I thrust their focus away from the day-to-day hocus-pocus and the osmosis that depreciates their value. I'll continue to pursue this endeavor whenever and wherever I see those under pressure. I find pleasure beyond the bond of rhyme and poetic measure I treasure the opportunity to immunize guys in the community, from the mutiny that seems to be extremely communicable through sight. My plight is that I might reach the unteachable. the unreachable I preach a full gospel, anything is possible message that presses the issue of purpose. Jehovah placed us here to do more than just be the crust of the earth's surface and purchase elaborate fabrics to display every day in front of established buildings. My feelings for His people Is equal to his everlasting compassion for me, never ever, haphazardly concerned. In return, I yearn to make a difference In the battle to tackle ignorance Since I was once a dunce Who walked and talked the same lame path Mind twisted with an explicit wicked laugh I would take baths in vulgarity unsparingly Baring the nudity of impunity and impurity I found security in stupidity. Silly me! I had to wise up and size up what it was that wouldn't allow me to rise up The lack of Christ the impact on my life he has made has paved a new path. Consumed with love, with no room for the doom of wrath. I want to share HIS spirit with empathy, simply l love Instantly with no place to embrace thought bandage up the wounds of those consumed by the might of the fight they fought We teach and we preach the truth to the youth, Who is yet to be taught. Pray that we stay locked in to a doctrine that’s sound and will never fall short. May the Lord's love forever abound, In our efforts provide ground support. lyrics: Joe Moore
