Give Thanks… (Poetry/ Spoken Word)

Listen to what’s above as you follow what’s below. I don’t know who this is for, but God bless.

Give Thanks

This recession gets depressin’
But you gotta keep on pressin’
All the stressin’
And the questions,
Ain’t the window to ya blessings.
Turn complainin’ to confessin’
Did you even pay ya tithes?
Yet we got the nerve to question
If the savior still abides.
We be slippin,
We be trippin.
Cuttin’ corners on the side.
Don’t wanna mess with MTA so
“will you let me ride…”
is what we ask our friends
heading to common destinations.
Rather than pay our dues
And exercise a little patience.
Exercise & walk it out
Be on our grind & not in doubt,
That in time we’ll have our clout.
We gotta service our way out.
Give ya 10 percent,
Give ya story,
Give ya life.
He gave that and more
As the model sacrifice.
We say we wanna be like Jesus,
But do our actions say the same?
Yet when we’re at our lowest,
We wanna call his name…
Imagine if he held grudges,
Or reciprocated pain.
We’d be more hustlin’,
We’d be borderline insane.
So let’s agree that we’ll do better.
Let’s agree to give our first.
Rather than our last,
And our complaints
When at our worst.
And trust that I’m not perfect,
I’ve had my times when I was guilty
And in many ways,
I’m sure that I’m still filthy.
So every chance I get,
My prayer is that his will be
Fulfilled in my submission
As to my flesh he kills me.
Daily I’m on my knees,
And each day I seek his face,
Praying that we’ll all
Meet him running this race.
So if you want the same,
I ask for you to raise,
Ya right hand in agreement
As a symbol of ya praise.
Committing to do better,
As we thank him for each day.
Committing to do better,
As we give in all these ways.
Give thanks.

Copyright ©2011 Keisha L. Clarke
© 2000-2011 GS Poetry. All rights reserved

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~ by Keisha L. Clarke on September 24, 2011.