Sparks fly like rows of ammunition
Like storytellers with messages on a mission
Taking prisoners with no effort to acquit
Spewing prophesy that will make the devil sick
Messengers walking worthy without stumble
Carrying the word in hand without fumble
Standing strong and looking regal
Elevated high like an Eagle
Always showing humility
Not proud because of ability
No words given to strangle
No webs being weaved to tangle
Words falling from the mouth of God
No spoiling or sparing the rod
Efforts not in haste
No words will be waste
Rivers of living waters
Showing refuge to our daughters
Coming to loosen the chains
Flooding down on cities like rain
Chasing the hearts & minds of our sons
Urging them to put down the guns
Raising up the bullets of shame
Deafened by the sound of our name
Words carried on the backs of the old
Seeking to tell the stories that haven’t been told
Opening the ears to those who can’t see
So they can hear the truth that be
Messages sent from times past
We’re living in times that won’t last
Seeking those to teach
Ordained messages to reach
A job description of a messenger’s lot
Possessing the skills to be repeatedly shot
Sparks fly like ammunition
Like storytellers with messages on a mission
Taking prisoners with no effort to acquit
Spewing prophesy that makes the devil sick
© 2013 Kai Mann
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