Once were lost,
But now are found
Gods people waking up
But somehow
Keep going the wrong way.
Israel, caught up in the jungle
Wrapped up in a web
Trying to get free
Before Satan poisons your soul.
Gods people,
A peculiar people
Supposed to be holy;
Separated from the world
But you are too much into that false reality
Vanities piled on top of vanities.
Looking in the mirror,
You got your gold chain, all decked out
From head to toe
With name brand clothes
And the latest iPhone . . .
But what about your soul,
Can you see that shining through?
That's what should be shining
Not that chain around your neck!
Instead look at yourself in the mirror
To examine your soul,
Not to snap a pic
To boast about how much bread you got,
Instead you should thank the Most High
For the bread He feeds you with daily
Thank Him for the breath in your lungs
Thank Him for His grace and mercy
For even giving you another chance
To wake up.
Your supposed to be royalty,
Yes, Kings and Queens,
Rulers over everything
Righteous judgement
No murdering.
No murmuring,
Not supposed to be a by-word,
But respected
Rulers on this earth.
Israel, too caught up
In the riches of this world
None of this will preserve your soul
There will be better riches
In the Fathers Kingdom
So, don't hold on to this world,
Let it go,
And turn back to the Father in heaven
Never knowing when He will call your soul.
©virtue
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