No Matter WhatNo matter what, my child, I will be.No Matter What3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Will you be?," I questioned the Lord,
"Will there be nothing that could separate us and break us apart?
I am still haunted by the echoes in my head.
I am still tearing down myself from all these thoughts.
I am being clouded by fearful imaginations,
That the day might come when I will fail you, Lord.
And that I might not stand in front of you,
That you would reject me."
No matter what you fear, I will remain faithful.
No matter what you think, nothing can separate us.
No matter what happens, I will save you.
"Will you?" I questioned the Lord,
"Will you really? Some people say it's difficult.
They say it's hard to get to heaven.
That, If I am not persecuted, I will burn in the pits of hell.
At times, I think of you as a cloud of wrath,
Just waiting above until the time comes,
When you'll strike with your iron fists of thunder
and send everyone helpless, desperate for life.
Your judgment scares me. I might not be saved."
No matter what, believe me, I
Hanging from a Blood Soaked...Hanging from a Blood Soaked TreeHanging from a Blood Soaked...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Adam M. Snow
One morn as under a great tree I lay,
Misery held me in its pain-filled sway.
I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb,
Sleepwalking my way toward the dusk to come.
I felt sweat drops that I thought were rain,
And opening my eyes, saw a man hung in pain.
His feet were crossed and his arms stretched wide;
I could see no life in this man. Had he died?
Arose a voice from the blood soaked tree,
"I died for you so that you are free."
I sat there stunned in my ignorant sleep,
My curiosity teased by a tree that speaks.
I lingered in repose, knowing not what was said;
Clinging to the echoing voice in my head-
"I did this for you."
With eyes of blue-
His head was pierced with thorns claw-like,
And each hand was nailed by a rusty spike.
He calls to me by my name,
I couldn't help it but show my shame.
Words arose from his lips,
As his blood still drips.
His voice so dear,
So pure, so clear;
Spoken once more-
His voice was dear as it said to