HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN

Get under me, start a fire, and I promise I’ll return, with something great that you’ll admire, if you inspire my lost love for the sport, I’m making words sing like the choir. God gave me this gift, to take your broken spirit and edify its defiance. We’re the lions in the jungle.

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There’s nothing like “The Alliance”. Jesus told the truth.
The Devil’s a liar; but I can’t respond with the answer to his lies, if I don’t rise to the occasion with a solution, to the question inquired.
When you’re feeling low, like you can’t do it no more, remember this and go higher.
Think about how happy you’ll be, when you accomplish your goal and the power you can acquire, by doing something as simple as having desire.
You never know what can happen, until you try and see what transpires, when you have the skills they require. You can “Turn Tables”, on competition and supply the supplier.
Monopolize. Sell it to them and anyone else that’s a buyer. Get rid of your entire attire and retire early, to a spot as hot as the dryer on high, like you’ve been doing this too long and you’re tired, of going around like a tire.
You gave “Your Only Begotten” and that’s how I got it. It was a “Stroke of Genius” when I was consecrated, with the wise mind of a prophet and a pen that stands alone; like a tropic island. Exotic.
Especially, when I’m staying on topic and don’t drop it, like there was a hole in the bag, that I was using while shopping. You’ve blessed me beyond belief and since then, I’ve just been spoiling them rotten, so they’ll stay hard as “The Rock” and not soften like cotton. Because of the sacrificial life of Jesus Christ, I can draw a picture once, but make them see it twice, so they know for sure.
Who you are and you’re who, they aspire. I’m tapped into your omniscience, through wire. You speak to me through answered prayers; in a time that feels like it really is “The Last Days” and it’s definitely dire. Lord, I’m waiting on you, to give me the “Weight of the World” and show me the way, before I do something out of the way and expire.
Getting the Devil out of the way, isn’t any more than I can handle. I’m a tireless trier.
The only thing that I’m doing, is graciously asking you to inspire.