Come humbly and cautiously before my face
Avoiding the awe and terror in this space
As I stare any Jack in the eye
Damning your status low or high
Some call him a madman
Others a magician and charlatan
Wielding a dangerous weapon
To whom the minds of the crowd bend and open
I’ve got the power of art
To touch the shadows in anyone’s heart
Stabbing them recklessly with my pen
Coz I’m a righteous monster from heaven’s den
He eats locusts and honey
He’s no prophet looney over money
Dressed in sweater made of woolly things
No mere gangster enslaved with gold rings and blings
Been years walking among those fakes
Who ain’t got no real idea what it takes
To confidently state the spiritual ain’t for real
Coz they ain’t seen the real deal
They shamelessly blurt and pontificate
Parading themselves as scientifically literate
They haven’t searched half the world or their souls
Packaging theories and philosophies featuring holes
I grew wise in the wild
Saw the supernatural as a child
Compelled to consider how this reality
Intertwines with the spiritual in totality
The acid-test for prophecy is fulfilment
Heard about Him when I was sent
So when out of the blues Christ appeared
I knew the spiritual was to be feared
some would argue differently though.
EPILOGUE
The report of John the Baptist (the apprentice): I repeat, I know nothing about him except this: The One who authorized me to baptize with water told me, ‘The One on whom you see the Spirit come down and stay, this One will baptize with the Holy Spirit.’ That’s exactly what I saw happen, and I’m telling you, there’s no question about it: This is the Son of God.” Matthew chapter 3 verses 1-17; John chapter 1 verses 29-34
I Feel Shadows 