Would You Know God If He Called Yieldingly?
In this inferences time; I subside in this new world orderliness; to the initiation of reparation; and a new light has began to shin, in my observation; I see the darkness is petrified; that truth shall be told, who is this man they call Barack Oboma? was he sent by God? Pay attention for the dark shall come beyond the doors, but what God have command know man shall take under, forget about the bizarrely skin, he comes through the generations of all, and color plays know barrier, watch the world make it known, and God light shall come into a birstomg bud against the Golden sky, why are those who whole the key to the dark afraid, black and white, I see upon the sky compensating attention; and you shall also see what goes on in the dark shall come through the light, who is this man that lay a hand on the souls of many? and why are those afraid of him? Is it that the mask is un folding,
Under the claim; no more for these un closed proposal; that so ever beyond the closures of truth cannot be presented all things shall pass away, in the last days of this armory events, the last days has confirmed, the varying of the world, and man continues to sleep upon the darken silhouettes; and then their was tomorrow, forever an forever, their shall be know rest, before the end of time, but yet I stand before the confirmations of resurrection; pay attention and listen to the spirit as they flow, the army had intruded there fistful weapons upon this man, but his humble honorable justice over came, and then there is tomorrow.
I stand before the universe, in barked through history I live upon the roots of the birth of earth. My branches have felt the emphatic of the cold dark nights. I lean my arms upon the east, the heavens protection Upon the earth, I the incubation of nature, and the spirit came upon the doom, and the voices of hell began to assume, and the colorlessness perpetrated a distance between freedom and calm, and then the prophet began to prophesied change shall come. the birth of new inheritance, I can sing, and wave, My limp sings through the wind. Pay attention perhaps you might hear a sweet song of Jesus, fear not the barked root, the love that is mixed within the branded root, white and black combined in a sacred tomb, fear not the tomorrow, respect the house and the creations of Gods holy troops, forsake not the changing of a new world, forsake not the embracement of freedom, for all and the world shall present its self accordingly with the likeness of the almighty God.
I sleep no more in de mist of dawn or in the midnight shade, Invoke ideal the black mask to my aid, de bark, the blackness of cane, He pleads for the bounty of my head, dignity stands, at greed, change hands, the hidden secret, the bounty , to the lynch man, I cry in secret, my people dignity, the hands of nature. Nevertheless I the foundations of the roots, brown maple sugar come from my root.
I have been the slave to death, the root of tree, that lynch my spirit of man and bond him around my palms, I the incubation the spirit that lives within me, I have held my brothers upon the tree, I the roots of my bark, the brown maple, that lives within me. I the wimpling willow tree, the subscriptions of my legacy. I have lived and I have died, I return to earth, the raw of the red clay, nature resolves my roots.
I stand tall, the species of the heaven, I embrace with protection, the black earth that gives me life, the eyes of the world, I sit humble upon the night, the angels of birds fly upon my arms of freedom, I embrace them, as I give warmth to the spirit.
I the spirit of my brother browned bark, upon the night, the birds sings from my house, the nature of life, comfort the source of my space. I hold the secrets to life, I have out lived many, through the laughter and the tears, I the bark the covers the mask, of spirit, I live and my seeds, are productions of a new life, the ancestors that lives within me, I tell the legacy, the eyes of nature, speaks in silence, the roots of the bark tree, brown maple that lives within me
And God said to Moses: I've seen the awful suffering Of my people down in Egypt . But unto the prophets strength in the almighty eyes of God, for who so ever come let him be willing, nevertheless the summons continue, breaking the chains that is deeply in bedded, the Moses who stood before the cross, black as the midnight collision, I've watched there hard oppressors, from slavery; and before the summary repeats, the prophets that believed in the almighty, the groans of my people, have mounted themselves to the bionic cross, the overseers and the drivers, again I have lived the horrors, the moonlit prophets deliver, the truce upon the land of dark, but yet I walk the blooded roads, and cry the slavery song, nevertheless I stand it no more, I must feel the rapture of my brothers song, but yet I stand without convictions of the lord, So I come down to deliver them out of the land of Egypt, as I continue to fight the battles upon the native land of Africa, but yet I stand tall, the re-events of my brothers, I the black Moses of my tribe. Therefore, Moses, go down, Go down into Egypt , And tell Old Pharaoh to let my people go So I'm come down to deliver them Out of the land of Egypt, And I will bring them out of that land Into the land of Canaan; Therefore Moses, go down, Go down into Egypt , And tell Old Pharaoh To let my people go. (22-37) I the Black Moses that walk upon the land, shall go down to the Babylon; I am the messenger who has come again, let my people go, I am the messenger of the ancient soul, walk toward the east, and save my people from the land of dark, I the culture of psalms, I shall free my people from the chains of defamation, and ordained them in the blood of de' black Moses reform.
Speaks out; Peace, Peace, Peace be still,
Brothers of progression, silence in retribution, each century, the voice becomes quieter in the emancipation of freeing self-restrictions, Liberty shall no longer hold the torch, one must free the Inner self, from the roaring fire, Each year has seen you my brothers progressing, never to sink to that level again. Through the infinity of rejection the voices continue to slowly fade, where the eye of Nation fades into a silent progression, the deeds of power; are given by the almighty God. Look through the blue prints of discovery; the destiny has been for coming. The heights that are worth your attaining Keep your feet firm, and the heart humble in the path to the goal. Toward noble deeds every effort shall sub stand the Inner dignity that one shall not take,
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The Education of Jacqueline Amos, Artist and Author Author Jacqueline Amos takes you on a Journey the foundation of aesthetics; Jacqueline's arts exhibit a historical consciousness typical of southern literature. Implementing in her voice value religious or moral interpretations of the world, is loyal to family, friends, and community, and unavoidably confronts a heritage of slavery and racial struggle. Jacqueline conclusions stands firm, she sta
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