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When I became a Man

When I became a man, I put away childish things,
But before I became a man, I din’t always fit the shoes of a King,
I was a child trying to find his way,
And the toys I played with kept my eyes occupied and left my mind in a lustful boious frenzy,
And my playmates had long legs, short skirts and soft skin,
And they cared enough to lie down and wallow with me often,
JEZEBEL turned out to be my very best friend.
I’d look in her eyes before ever seeing the sunrise,
Every time I paid her a visit and slept in.

Before I became a man,
I saw how God made Adam from dust,
So likewise I tried to make love out of Lust,
I didn’t know any better.
I was taught by example, let your mouth spit gain,
But never let your heart say much,
I treated his daughters like beauty pageant contestants,
And there would be Zero return on their investment,
And Proverbs 31 was never a criteria for my selection,
Mind you, this was before I became a man,
this was about the time that I took notes from a father figure,
Who really didn’t know how to be a father, Go figure!
About the time that mum was a punching bag,
Because he was too afraid to take his frustrations on the world instead,
By simply enduring affliction,
Yet during addiction,
He could go 12 rounds against the most violent screams of STOP, STOP!!!

Ans he was undefeated,
He always won,
And I would stand in plain sight,
Hoping Daddy sees,
Coz all I could say at the time was Daddy PLEASE!!!
Mum didn’t deserve what she got just because she didn’t satisfy Daddy’s needs,
Before I became a man I would unlock myself from Daddy’s curse,
Free myself and through away Daddy’s keys,
I allowed anger to set up a construction company inside,
And bitterness never rested,
It left no time wasted,
And whether Daddy loved me or not,
All I could regard to take was hatred,
I became allergic to showing any form of compassion.

Before I became a man,
I was much shorter,
Not in height but in spiritual insights,
Coz I nerver had a picture,
Nor did pixel ever had a film to show me what God’s men really looked like,

But When I became a man,
When I became a man!
I learned how to love God right back,
And even though I was good at falling short of the glory,
I reflect on my story,
And through my praise I”l self publish a testimony,

When I became a man,
I learned how to cry,
Coz I am not ashamed of my tears,
Neither will my fears muffle the groaning in my spirit,

Since I became a man,
I am no longer afraid of the dark,
I’ll wrap my fingers around James 5:16,
To confess, pray and heal my heart,
I discovered that there are medicinal qualities down the corridors of introspection,

When I became a man,
I learned how to love her,
My Esther, My Ruth,
I learned how to hour her like she was Jesus’ Mother,
Because one day she will be pregnant will the seed that will transport my legacy,
So that My God and my name will both have longevity even after they bury me,
I couldn’t love her before because I wasn’t able,
My insecurities and my perfectionism had me looking at the next best player,
Checking in at the scorers table,
How could I possibly be her covering as an umbrella with holes in it,
But I learned to love her like Aorta,
Because I want him to be my father and my father in-law because that is his daughter,

When I became a man,
I learned to love my brother,
I would share, my heart, my hug and my Hallelujah,
Because a hug and a Hallelujah without my heart leaves room for his spirit to respond, I never knew you!

I became a man,
So that until her became a man,
He can see and name a man,
Who picked up the Gospel,
Who picked up the Gospel,
Who Picked up the Gospel,
Who picked up the Gospel,
Who picked up the Gospel,
And put the Toys Away,
WHEN I BECAME A MAN

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