tradegirlspeaks

There is the prevailing existential plight
The world says for sure the majority is right
Many are called but few are chosen
Wide and broad the gate to mass destruction
Most shall depart from their faith
Choosing the seduction of the Broad gate
Hateful, offended betraying those who chose to go through
The narrow strait gate they rejected and refused to pursue
All a part end-time time prophecy
Sadly ironic this dichotomy
As spoken in Matthew 7 verse 13
Fulfills God’s word so true and sovereign
Wide the gate so strategically placed for mankind
The narrow gate so inconspicuous and hard to find
The mass opinion does not make things true
For the many versus the chosen few

I know why you do what you do
You have learned from someone close to you
I know why you act out
Flaunting, shouting, and bragging to gain some clout
I know why you hit and try to hurt me
To disguise your fragile identity
I know why you play your mind games
To ignore and distract yourself from your pain
Power, control, manipulation, and fame
This you so desperately try to obtain
Change now while you can
Go back to where it all began
For if you refuse and continue to be
You will experience your atrocity
Dare to say that this is not true
Bully, I know you

Respect my friend fosters harmony
It is about you and it is about me
Though you tend to misunderstand
One-sided respect you force and demand
The way you treat others so disrespectfully
Shows everyone your hypocrisy
You’re so lost within yourself
That you fail to see anyone else
Self-obsessed, you’re too blind to see
Your selfish, entitled, supremacy
Unpleasantly demanding of everyone else
That which is absent in yourself
Before you mistreat and reach out for that you seek
Remember my friend, respect is a two-way street.

Come reason and see
The simplicity of this mystery
Glamor, wealth, luxury, and fame
Still, the emptiness, guilt, shame, and pain
Flood gates of sorrow you fight so hard to hide
Cannot be masked with status, pomp, and pride
Pretending to be the very best
When alone, there’s no joy, no peace, no rest
The source that promised this wealth and fame
Omitted the rules of his wicked fame game
The dark one knocks timely on fame’s inviting door
Collecting what he has given, and so much more
What this dark source failed to tell you
Was to read the wisdom in Proverbs 10:22
All that is happening to you
Your fruits show who gave what to who
To gain the whole world and lose one’s mind
Is not the plan of the creator our beloved Divine?
If peace, contentment, and joy flood your soul
Then it was granted to you, from the Divine Ancient One of Old
Present to Him, your heart, soul, and will combined
Then prosperity, peace, and honor, you surely will find
No other source can fill you up
This is not about will, nor is it about luck
Taste and see that God’s words are true
Then sorrow and grief will flee from you
Choose God today, the choice is yours
Only God can fill your emptiness.

If I told you, would you believe me?
There is a war for your destiny
Your life is the battle between two kingdoms unseen
In the grand finale, you will wake up from this dream
Wake up to see the truth so vehemently ignored
In favor of the life this world, fanatically adored
Not worth it now that it is the end
Herewith the enemy you thought was your friend
Was sure you had won in your protest and dispute
Offended by those who spoke the gospel truth
Look at them now so joyful over there
Their eternal life in bliss they all do share
Rejoicing and singing, they all say Amen
For you, eternal damnation again and again
If you could have one more chance to be free
You would listen, hear, and believe me.

Glimpses of my destiny
He heard and he answered me
Transcending time, logic, and space
Held in his safe embrace
Our journey to places unknown
His presence, peace like a crescendo enthroned
Desiring to remain with him there
Where there is no thought, no fear, and no care
It was then that he said to me
Your work is there my sweet trustee
So this I must imbue
I share my encounter with you
To everything, there’s a season and a time
Mine exemplified in this rhyme
Divinity has visited me
It was 9 minutes in the mystery.

We are so much more than we think
Not just a body, mind, or basic instinct
There’s an eternal spirit for you to declare
That’s waiting for you to embrace and share
He yearns to greet and show you
A very different and divine point of view
So listen, and go deep beyond your mind
There’s no telling the wonderful gifts you will find
The many treasure that lies deep within
Is that your heart’s your true friend that lives therein
Waiting ever so patiently for you
To recognize the blessings of its rendezvous
So still your mind, surrender to the spirit, and let go
And watch how the daily miracles flow
All because you now know that you are so distinct
You are more than you think.

Life was beautiful had every luxury on earth
Fame, wealth, power, respect, and all that it’s worth
Had no thought of either heaven or hell
Was a myth for the weak, not more to tell
Heart closed to hearing the salvation of God’s word
Denied, ignored, everything that was heard
Proudly adored and believed only in oneself
Why believe the good news or anyone else
Felt an emptiness though having it all
Obtaining more or more instead of the gospel call
Now in a place of fear and utter torment
The result of being disobedient
Many gave an account and warning of this place
Not made for any of the human race
In hindsight, it would have been easier to believe
Instead of living in a place one can never leave
None should ever find themselves there
Where it is all too much for one to bear
Look around so many surprisingly seen
Some pastors, Christians, and millions of others do scream
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus you indeed are Lord
The only one who ought to be adored
Oh, but now it’s far too late
Time ran out and heaven sealed the gate
Separated forever from love and light
Darkness eternal both day and night
This is for all eternity
The enemy now has company
Repent, repent while you’re still alive
Now is the time, hell you can deprive
Let not, lies, deception, and doubt ensnare
Hell is real, please do not go there.

For the heat of the sun, they are made to pay your dues
From the frost of the cold, they can’t refuse
On this continent, you gladly experiment
Perfectly exacting your regiment
Then you publish your essay
Conveniently forgetting the part you play
Tuskegee lives on though most forget
Modern-day targets still blind to the threat
Do you think this won’t come back to you?
The clandestine methods and who you choose
People are people no matter their face
Not to test, or denigrate because of their race
SURELY THIS MUST HAVE OCCURRED TO YOU
Now why does that make sense to you?