4 A Brudda PT 3
When I look at him,
I mean, when I really observe him
I see YHWH’s stamp, all over him
When I look at him,
I think to myself
Wow, YHWH
This is the kind of stuff that you can create?
There nothing in him, that’s mundane
For Pete’s sake
When he wakes in the morning
The Angels praise your name
When he brings you glory
The Son, rejoices with a joy greater than the father of the prodigal son
I never knew Light could shine so brightly through dark skin
With dreads like Sampson
May his faith flow from within
BenAba, BenAba
It’s time to affect the world
Time is on the run
For I overheard your convo with YHWH
I heard you say
“Here am I, send me.”
So I grabbed my water and my bread
The things that allow those to live in the land of the dead
I mean, I was filled with Him as I read
Don’t let that go over your head
I’m just here to hold up your hands
“Speak boldly to the man things only whispered previously.”
