"5 1/2 WEEKS"
© 2009 (Rough Draft)
It was only mid-September,
And hardship at its peak
Tired and weary, humbled and meek.
Emotions flowing as a man takes a knee.
No where to hide, he started to seek.
His chain was broken, missing a link.
Desperate inside, times like this stink.
A word was given. The man began to think.
On the ropes on a mountain side brink.
Opened a book that gave him some strength.
Page after page, but hated to read.
Words so boring, fell fast asleep.
Lost in translation, didn't know what they all mean.
Woke up much later, after one month and one week.
For he had been transformed during a long-lasting dream.
In that time, same words seemed to rhyme.
Turning the young man into one mean reading machine.
Late at night the clock now reads 10:23.
The date the same, Oct. twenty three.
For he started in Sept. and only took five ½ weeks
To read the whole Bible,
And become one of those Jesus freaks.
These Bible thumping, dorky geeks?
Despised when younger, if you know what I mean?
Now understanding, a slate had been cleaned.
But with all of his troubles, who would believe?
That a man fell asleep for 30 days plus a week.
Try to explain. Could be sent to a shrink.
Eyes weren't absent, but they never once blinked.
Sound suspicious, but doesn't matter what one thinks.
Hypnosis in the spirit, it talks while he reads.
The book came alive. It was a very weird thing.
Every question in the world was answered you see.
All the solutions to any problem were made by he.
Who sits up stairs, a throne for a seat?
Hovers above in every good deed,
A son on the right, who holds the master key.
A door thru him is the only way to thee.
His son paid the price, for those who believe.
And HE made every flower by its seed.
But there was a weed that choked the root of the tree.
Fruit from the branches fell to earth with no need.
You'll find this is in Genesis in which the man reads.
All the way thru Revelations, every word had been read.
Except in Psalms, speed reading instead.
For poems and songs didn't go well in his head.
Not into music, not in his genes.
The band at half time,just not his cup of tea.
Other words, they flunked in his chemistry.
So the man upstairs took the liberty,
Put an asterisk w/ words & marked it w/ a note.
Highlighted the Psalms, the book after Job.
A collection of poems that King David had wrote.
For it was these poems that he'd skipped.
That would become the man's ultimate gift.
All would hear, and all will admit.
The Psalms of David were hymns instead,
Songs of praises would become a big hit.
But evil was childish & threw a huge fit.
Again been fooled & out wit.
In the churches and schools, parents wont sit.
Some will even hold up their fist.
Already called God names, and say he doesn't exist.
But the fact still remains, he's bigger than all this.
Has the devil by the tale, uses it as a furious whip?
1/3 of the stars thrown into the dark abyss,
Followed by its angels as death they will kiss.
Scratching and clawing, in the distance they hissed.
Cursing out loud, they were awfully ticked.
When they heard songs by the man,
Whom once had a death wish.
Stain still remains upon his stitched wrist.
The gun did shoot, but totally missed.
& the angel of death was thrown to the pit.
Then told what and where it could stick.
Where the moon doesn't shine, but enough of all this.
Revised, remixed, "No need to fix," some say,
But just like David's secret.
The man danced and sung and went on his way.
Songs of hope, Psalms of praise,
For this is the day
That the Lord has made.
We will rejoice, for there is only one way.
The truth and the light, God doesn't change.
But we should use the tools of the devils' brigade.
The internet to gather lost souls suffering in pain.
Beat the system and join the sacred saints.
Fight til death as it searches for prey.
Online thru a tunnel into the world that remains.
Find a ship in the sea that once was lost, now saved.
Be a vessel in the ocean, sail away at all costs.
Waves slammed hard while sailors were tossed.
Should've trusted HE w/ 1 foot at sea, 1 foot on land.
Don't build your house on the wet or dry sand.
But land on a rock, a foundation that withstands.
The powerful enemy destroys only because it can.
Devours the poor with only one hand.
We must be strong. Evil must be banned.
As it searches for the soft, from the school of hard knocks.
It wants the weak, those it will stalk.
A fish on the hook, was left on the dock.
Or an injured animal left behind in the flock.
Above its head, circling is a huge hawk.
Watching the snake squirm that's wearing a false crown, but all talk.
Who hunts the hurt, its waiting to pound.
An achilles heal from the lost and found.
Schools not quite out, the child is bound.
A poisonous bite, the victim can't make a sound.
Calling for help, while falling down.
Its baby in need, the hawk flys all around.
Hears the rattle, a mile above the small town.
Opens its wings as it glides toward the ground.
For its little 1 in which it gave birth.
Out of its nest, it fell to the earth.
But God will never forsake you, even when you're hurt.
Cry upon thee, he knows you're precious worth.
For God made you just like you were.
So be thankful, just like the baby with feathers and fur.
Who was saved by a prayer, on a wing of a bird?
Or like the one who fell behind in the heard.
Not much left, only his shirt.
5 ½ weeks later, still reading the word.
Years in the making, one day of rest, six days of work.
Paying back the good piper who loved us all first!