If I could bring God back today


If I could bring God back today,
I would say,
“What took You so long
to make me call out your name?”
Nothing has happened to Me
that You couldn’t see
But others wondered,
Where can He be?

If I could bring God back today,
would anything really change?
Without His Father raising Him up,
just how far could He extend His range?

If I could bring God back today,
would I praise Him like they did
back in the day?
I see signs in the World
that only He could cause
Heads bowed, people speaking in tongues
Everyone looking side-to-side
giving reason to pause

If I could bring God back today,
would He even want to stay?
While they have folded hands and arms,
He could stretch His out
and create a brand new Day

Where would I be,
If I could bring God back today?


Would the Devil make me see

that there is only One way?

Demic


Where can I go?
Is there anywhere I can go?
The mist is in the air
and it pals with what it wants
The sun shines
and goes down
But, the con artist spins
Its stylish flow
costs a pretty penny
Life then imitates art
the scene is breathtaking
Keeping my distance
with cunning acuity
Still, I know I’m being conned
How long can I turn left
when I wanted right?
Or, do push-ups
instead of side bends?
I’m in the waiting room
with a smooth criminal
that knows the right time
to notify the help
Maybe, I’ll just not
make eye contact
and run from making any
acquaintance
Maybe, I can’t run

I wish you’d ask my name


 

The way you flip your hair

tells me you’re on it

But the way you part your teeth

I wish you would flaunt it

Don’t mind me if I stare

Or if you see me everywhere

Sometimes I wish you’d ask my name

 

The way you walk

 down the aisle

could make a lame man

 stand and smile

My how did you get your fame

Maybe it was the way you talk

that made men draw their own shadows with chalk

 

Damn, I wish you would ask me my name

 

And it’s a fine time

To make me thine

I got a name with my frame

And I’m down with a game

that would turn this smoke into a flame

I dare you

to ask me my name

 

When I think of our future

Makes my insides need a suture

My God, you’ve got me so tame

Our offspring from the sheets

would stand the test of time with tweets

Just give them my

own last name

 

Just let me love

to be loved

And then be loved

so I can love

Don’t make this a crying shame

When it’s time to lay your head

on my pillow on our bed

I hope I’ve made my mark with my name