A little backstory, I wrote this poem for a poetry slam back in my senior year of high school. It seemed to really resonate with the audience. Figured it was still worthy enough to share. Without further adieu…
Eh, hem, eh, hem, mm may I speak?
Put down those nails young man, and please let me speak
My soap box’s bolted to the ground, so please, let me speak
I see the weather is peaking, so let me get my say in
It took a lot to get here, so let me get my weigh in.
The promise of one seed, was given to one faithful
From yonder, he couldn’t see all of the roots it would make though
He kept hold, never doubted, on this blessing
It passed his life, but it wasn’t dead, it was just resting
And so, this people grew, and boosted in their status
They were apples, and the Pharisees feared. Yes, it was tragic
From farming their own land, they were later made servants
Four hundred years of bondage, and the sun beat their courage
-Through triumphs they got their freedom-
Failures of the heart bounced back their promise
They were fined to wander the desert, and struggle was their harvest
Excuse me sir, hold on, you don’t have to leave
Ah, I must continue, even if my soul is bereaved
So, where was I? Yes, after the forty years of wandering
Came judges, kings, and prophets. A lot had befallen them
From Gideon and his army, to Josiah and his kingship
And Samuel’s sanctification, and Jonah on the sinking ship
There is a rift, being four hundred years of silence
Then, in comes John. He was used as the siren
Saying, “Awake. Awake. The Kingdom is at hand”
Alas, He wakes. The seed became a man
One hundred percent Spirit. One hundred percent flesh
So complex, yet humble. On Him, no sin would beset
He preached salvation, and only lifted up God’s will
He brought peace to the most rowdy and to the most ill
All are welcome to the table, and all people can serve Him
But the Jews weren’t having it. They tried to finid something to scourge Him
With a clean slate, all they could say was that He blasphemed
And with that scheme, they took Him away as a mad fiend
As they beat Him and marred Him, mocked, bruised, kicked Him, and scarred Him
His love only grew. He knew, the mission, He wouldn’t discard it
Sir, madam, if you could just take your hands off me
I can then proceed to land this thing
Tried as a criminal, but He kept His innocence
Let me speak, let me speak. I just have to get this in
Tried as a criminal, but He kept His innoncence
Give me my mic. I guess I have to scream to get this in
Tried as a criminal, but He kept His innocence
It’s imminent that this case is more than coincidence.
Powerful, awesome, beyond feelings. I felt every request to let you speak. Thank you for the power to brave this passion that is set before me. I hear you, I hear you, YOU HAVE SPOKEN!