The story of the Reborn
The New
Year is here
Bringing
with it blessed January, the month of my birth.
I did
think I was reborn in December, didn’t I?
I could
feel it in my stride, in my breath and even in my dance.
Yes,
I can still feel it
And on
the 22nd, there was my cue.
It was
declared true.
I am
reborn.
I am
the son.
Far more
than I could have asked for,
In one day…
In one day…
He
would do what only he can do.
That’s
how we have always rolled, he and I.
Now, it is time….
I am born anew!
Celebrate
with me!!
It is
a new day!!!
It’s
a new cycle!!!!
Out of the bushels,
Now the watchtower.
Lifted high, too bright to hide.
The Cheerleader....Regenerative .
Now the watchtower.
Lifted high, too bright to hide.
The Cheerleader....Regenerative .
She is the one.
The womb
of relevance is born.
No
apologies.
Leave
them wondering… mouths agape,
Holding on to history
Trying to make some sense of it,
But as I have been told, Trash belongs to LAWMA.
Holding on to history
Trying to make some sense of it,
But as I have been told, Trash belongs to LAWMA.
You lifted the veil
Enough to have a glimpse of the most holy,
My home.
Oh, how I embrace it all.
Is this really your way with man?
I'm humbled beyond words
Yet you say "peace be still".
Let them wonder.
Enough to have a glimpse of the most holy,
My home.
Oh, how I embrace it all.
Is this really your way with man?
I'm humbled beyond words
Yet you say "peace be still".
Let them wonder.
This
is just the beginning.
I have
been born anew.
The channel
is open….
The way
is clear now….
We
long to see more
What
will this birth bring forth on the earth?
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