I Am NOT Just a Number

You bring the black right out of blue. You bring the back end side of you. You bring the smack, I bring the glue. You bring the demons from the pew. I have a heart, its frail but true But i annoy the tick in you and so i hide a row or two to keep you calm, to keep you too Ive always wondered why you despise The glimmer in a jesters eyes To laugh to smile not to tell lies Is what I claim my biggest prize Maybe i add to much to soon Maybe I talk before I swoon Maybe I lie and you just fume Maybe I cry to a bafoon. Star Systems you command Us where to fly and where to land Ill never try to understand the hearts you strip while on my land..

The Burn A burning bush Unlatch my shoes Inside the flame I see right through I stutter... fall I am a lamb Just burn me up Just as i am The smoke, no smoke The burning tree I lay prostrate You cover me. Just throw me in with all my sin Just start again I fail, you win. The heart beats ping No ringtone here Rhymes with the wind The chimes so clear. Instead of death God calls my name. Moses, top choice A killer claim... God chose the heart He saw right through A murderer Can be used to... I cant.. my voice.. I stutter.. shame.. You are my choice.. Just trust my name.. Up off the ground The fire hot Picked myself up And claimed my lot... From Slavery... that burning tree... and just like that a slave set free... The burn, a burn A heart of shame What numbs the ache? But, just His name..

Why would God choose a wanted fugitive, a probable "top 10" wanted homicide suspect, to save the nation of Israel? In that day, the Egyptian homicide unit would have been set to task. This would have been an elite team or special forces unit assignment since a son of Pharoah had committed an egregious offense, killing a fellow Egyptian who was brutally beating a Hebrew slave. Self defense? Nancy Grace would have torn him apart. TMZ would have scored an interview. Social media littered with photos of Moses, the adopted son of Pharoah, fallen from grace. He was on the run. The desert became his refuge. And then.. a talking burning bush seemed to change everything. The Huffington Post would scream "mental illness in the desert". Psychiatry experts and the like would line up before the cameras. This man bound for chains as the world would demand justice. and just as Court TV would sign the contract and Vibe accounts would set up secret protest spots across the country.....