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Dear Haters
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Clayton Jennings
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You ever wonder what this all means? I do, a lot And the faster time flies, the more I wish it would stop Sometimes I wish so hard the world would stop spinning and let me off But you're supposed to love life when you're finally on top But I'm tryna figure out what being on top even means Because the bigger I get, the more lonely life seems You probably think the spotlight is awesome and there's warmth in these light beams I hate it But I still find a release in my writings So I write, and I write, and I write some more I spent the summer of 2009 in my bedroom without touching the door My friends thought I was upset The doctors thought I was depressed I was chasing a dream, I didn't know it'd come true and I'd wake up with a thousand pounds of stress on my chest Nobody cared, and they said it wouldn't happen Now I'm twenty-eight, and I've lived a life that most couldn't imagine But they try to And they try to tell me how to live it Rewind a few years ago, and nobody had love for the mission or kind words to give it Now the same people hit up my phone like they lost my digits What's funny is they still don't get it I'm not a celebrity, I'm not rich And all this popularity is stupid But they see some online numbers and a few fans and fall in love like Cupid You find out who your friends are, and lately I've found out I don't have many You find out who the gossipers are, boy are there plenty Is he in it for the money? Does he love the attention? I hate it, and I cringe every time I hear my name mentioned I just wanted to help a few people, lead them to Jesus, and plug them into a body under the steeple But the people under the steeple seem to be the ones who dislike me the most There are a lot of wolves in churches wearing sheepskin coats And my dad always told me to focus on the faithful But I don't even qualify for wearing that label I found out that you're on the menu if you're not sittin' at the table But you can keep your tables and conversations and doubt Jesus found me when I was on my way out And now I'm trying to tell the world what Jesus is all about Some love it, and some hate it Some degrade it, others praise it But it's all worth it for the bullied kid who sits alone in his room, finds my messages, and plays it And once he hears the Gospel message, he gets alone with Jesus and prays it And for the first time, he takes his depression to the cross, lays it, and leaves it And he sends me a letter with tear stains, and I read it And suddenly I'm able to see it It's never been about me And I shouldn't care about the people who doubt me It's not my aim to be loved It's not my mission to be known And I could care less if I never wake up to another text message on my phone I don't need anybody but Jesus to bless these messages and put me in the zone And when I'm in this state of determination I promise you the only thing coming for hatred is extermination I have no love for Christians who live complacent But jump on FaceBook and attack Christian leaders while hiding behind keyboards in their parents' basement I'm out here spreading the Gospel while their lives are being wasted This isn't an argument I'm starting You wolves wrote those articles You're jealous haters, just face it You're failed preachers and teachers who were never called so you never made it You have zero credibility so it's not like I can even take it But please stop calling yourselves Christians We know you fake it Jesus said you'll know them by their love, but we don't see any Satan is marked by hatred, and boy do we see plenty I can't believe I'm even writing about my haters, your opinions aren't worth pennies And a Honda Civic doesn't belong in the same showroom as a Bentley I know who sent me, and I know who sent you And when you write about me, you don't know a single thing I've been through I've walked through the storms and kept walking even when the lightning flashed and the wind blew You're children, and you have no understanding of what men do Keep blogging and keep attacking Your serious insecurities have all of us laughing You're so out of touch that you probably think I'm rapping But I can diss you as a poet You want popularity so bad, and you know it You're just children who never grew up And you try to attack anyone who blew up But you need to slow up and grow up It's funny that you blog a lot but never show up And if you can't tell already, for people who use the name of Jesus to spread hate, I have no love I pray for the same people who'll hear this and attack this Just like I pray Westboro Baptist gets blown off the atlas You're the same people who hold up signs with the word "faggot" If Jesus was here to see your movement of hate, He'd blast it You took a loving religion and trashed it There are a lot of satans in the church who can't mask it We need to call them out and attack it Find out what they're doing and slash it And if you wanna send hate this way, you might as well pass it I'll just alley-oop it for another basket Because I consider your slander and persecution as points And I know the envy you have for us deep in your joints And you're so desperate for attention that you keep making noise You're kids on a playground, and blogging is your toy But the next time you call me a false teacher Remember you're false about this preacher I'm on the field fighting while you write from the bleachers So keep using my name to get views on your features You're irrelevant haters just like your readers You know nothing of the family of God or true believers You're just lonely losers who never made it as leaders But I'll just keep walking and shake the dust off my feet You online bullies rip everyone so don't step in the kitchen if you can't take the heat Good luck in the shadows of your basement God knows we never see you in the streets And God knows we won't see you in Heaven There were twelve disciples, without Judas' like you, there are only eleven God created the world in six days and rested on the seventh If He created the world in six days, He can destroy yours in seconds You're just angry peasants, and nobody notices your presence You're looking for a home to take up residence But the body of Christ isn't home for you Because we know what you're known to do You come to destroy and devour You hide behind your computers like cowards You wanna silence me, so instead, I'll just get louder and louder I'll just keep preaching for the world and God's glory You'll just keep hanging out online while after you're forty
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