A Messy Humanity! Where's God?

Fri, 08/22/2014 - 01:33 -- Alo735


Lake Havasu City
2270 Alpine Drive
United States
39° 28' 32.3436" N, 79° 29' 41.73" W

A Messy Humanity! Where's God?


The human life is a mess

Lustin', gluttons, overstressed

Whips, pimps, Mary J.

Seein' shrinks cause we depressed

Single father dealin' coke to purchase his toddler's clothes

Observers shake their heads and say, “Sometimes that's how life goes”

Prostitution, terrorism, abortion and suicides

That one nation under God...He ain't no longer glorified


Like a lamb led to the slaughter, and a sheep before its sheers

Our God sheered of dignity, condemned, stripped naked and speared

Crucified by His creation savin' all humanity

Opened up the gates of Heaven

And birthed Christianity


God the Father said, “Hang in there son, hang on that cross

Cause many of Our sheep, Our people, Our children are lost”

Jesus said, “Father, not My will but Your will be done.”

Father said, “I am very pleased, well pleased with You Son.”

It's bout' dat time to wake up, quit sinin' and let go

Jesus rejected for your sins

What else does He have to show


The bible says, “Where your heart is there your treasure lies”

Some hearts are super-sized in large chilli cheese fries

Store treasures in heavenly houses laden with snow

Not rage, greed, sloth or your self-righteous ego

Jesus says, follow Me, call on Me, you'll be ok

You said, “Nah, I've got liquor, muh good ol' alize


God says, seek the land, flowin' with milk and honey

Satan says, seek the land flowin' with power and money

The Mighty Counselor was scourged, flogged, scorn, and torn

Spilled blood down Calvary, for those addicted to porn

The parables say, “The harvest is rich but the laborers are few.”

The pastor's preachin' the Good News but few are sittin in the pews


All ya wannabes, posers, and shoulda, woulda, couldas

Christ's plan for you is yours, and ain't the plan he had for Judah

Be easy, don't front, drop who you think you are

Who you are won't be made clear in a shiny sports car

You know that ladder, foolish ladder, fake ladder to success

Up top's, a couple mill, and a land of nothingness


Skippin church, workin shifts, makin' Bens, all for what

Your house made of sticks

In one sec, can soak in a flood

We're all slaves to stuff and recognition

Gettin' rich; love with conditions

Takin' grudges down down to the grave

“It's my way or the highway”


Nobody's perfect.

Shoot I know, but we got a chance to be

Cause Jesus died and modeled perfection for all humanity

There ain't no time to keep sinin'

and livin' the way you do

So repent, hang on God, start livin' the plans He's got for you!











Superb! A wonderfully written piece that speaks from the bottom of the heart, and what more can you ask for in a piece like this? Great job, I can't wait to see more.


Thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)

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