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I Didn’t Know You Were Loving Me
par
Clayton Jennings
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This is my art, my release to release And when I see Jesus, I'm gonna fall at His feet I'm six-foot-three but won't feel so tall when we meet Approach You slow while I crawl on my knees God, You should know that You're all that I need Frozen in snow, but You set me free I've chosen to flow, Devil let me breathe Got a few more years of this poetry in me God, it's You who plucked me from obscurity Rushed to rescue me while the Devil was hurting me Hushed the hyenas and demons murdering, murmuring Eliminating gossip, thе Gospel can't be cancelеd Nobody, no lobby, no liar can stop it Toss me your mic, but be warned that I'll drop it A little like Elon, got launched like a rocket God spilled holy water on me, now I use that mic that I dropped to mop it Untouchable Gates of Heaven, not even my haters can knock it In God I trust, but I don't trust the government Question if they're factual How're they supposed to back our capital if they couldn't protect the Capitol? Capital gains ensured by capital brains more than likely means magical games Money out of thin air Politicians thick with the theft, thin with the hair Stomach inflation, ride along with the economy If you won't give us a hand, at least give us honesty How're we supposed to be united if we're still social distancing? God keeps trying to get our attention, but it's like nobody's listening We became deaf to the spiritual, mute to the monsters I hear a voice from Heaven, God, it's You, and You got this Holy ghost writer, I'm consistently constant with this content I don't have riches, no chains, not even enough fame to flaunt it But then I think about Your stitches The names You were called and the whips You were flogged with You were made poor for me in my poverty I'd rather be penniless than choose parasites over paradise Demons repeating the Devil's lies Didn't work once, won't work twice Repetition doesn't mean submission, but parrots try And if your dad or mom said that God isn't real, then your parents lied Pushed you to depression, suicidal thoughts, don't you dare die You aren't here on accident, God has a plan for your life And some of you wonder why I'm so passionate, this is my life You'd spend yours trying to help the hurting, too, if you've had the visions I've seen with these eyes Teenage suicides, grief after homicides Greeting grieving mothers with tears in their eyes "My son posted your poem the same day that he died" A final note to the world, and I wiped my eyes "My daughter followed you but struggled with suicide and followed through" "Hey, man, is it too late for me to be calling you? I'm struggling" Man, my mission is smothering But then I remember the call, and God's covering Sinner turned son, my salvation came suddenly I was so busy hating myself I couldn't see You were loving me He loves you, too, I'm telling you lovingly And it's not too late to one-eighty your life Don't wait 'til tomorrow to make things right Don't forget who you are, you were made to fight Dementia to the demons who made you cry Glory to the King who saved your life Because He's the same King who saved mine
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