I Call You King

I call you King

but if you never learn who you are what does that mean

I call you warrior cause in you I see the fight

But I also see the weakness that’s necessary like what day is to night
I call you messenger and hope for all
but if you desecrate your gift you reject the call
I call you smith carrying words of life and vocal
you are amongst a dying bread but you’re leaving us unhopeful
it’s a lot of young brothers who drop the baton
running empty handed waving flags like wands
Surrendering to any and everything except for who they really are
making intentional mistakes being afraid to be that star
It doesn’t matter because we see your indelible light
Even though you try to hide it deep within it still shines bright
It would be ashamed and another lost cause
if you allowed yourself to fall victim to societal laws
When you know that who you are is less flesh & more spirit
When you lay down at night the calling is so loud you can’t help but hear it
The day that we can die can come way too soon
I think for some of us we run from the light into eternal doom
Some things we do given chance after chance
The Creator tries to woe us through a type of romance
but the calling on your own life you`ve constantly defied
I feel sad that in the end it’s you who’ll be denied

But even still I call you King

In hopes that soon you’ll learn exactly what that means