NONE BUT HE

To understand the equity of His judgments

The Most High Judge had to become a man

And go through every single temptation

Until even the taste of death He endured

Who is man to judge his fellow brother?

He whose life has no resemblance to the other

Does he not know that to each is given a task

And none but God knows what each goes through?

Why the smell of comparison among my people?

Do you want us all to be heads in the body of Christ?

Who is going to be the hand or the mouth?

Should this body look like a monster with no members?

He stepped down and lived it all

So when you sin He sees your soul

You live your script and not that of the other

How can you understand the role of your sister?

In the perfect love story of the Living God

There had to be a Paul and a David

There had to be a Mary mother of Jesus and a Rahab

Who are you to comment on the role of His child?

If to you a task is given to gather the sheep

Set no critical eye on he that simply sits

Every stone in the edifice has its role

And none but God plans them all

He calls some as kings, others as doormen

To the Glory of He that understands the burden of each

He has been through every sin so He judges with compassion

You have not known the weight of the other’s temptation

So you have no mandate to judge your fellow human

ACCOUNT

In the open battlefield 

Many a arrow have I received 

Some expected, others unexpected 

Coming mostly from my friends 

In the secret battleground

The combat has been more fierce

Struggling to shut away the voices

That blur away my main target

Master, all along did I know
That your eye was surely watching
And even in my deepest unbelief
The soul proclaimed You'd make a way

At times You let me go alone
Or so I really thought - 
Because I could not hear Your Voice - 
The Dove was simply waiting on a tree

Marks apparent and non-apparent

Bear record of the suffering endured

But none of it actually testifies

Of the immensity of my gain

VOTE FOR MURDER!

Hear the cry of a little child
His mother drowned when they fled
He sleeps on snow in winter cold;
Just another number on the figures -

Feel the turbulent pain of a young girl
Ten soldiers made of her their prey
She bears the wounds of war techniques;
Just one of the many silenced victims -

Witness poverty and disease strike a country
Its people know not of education
Its pregnant women die with child;
Just another of the stories in developing countries

Meanwhile, vote world leaders
Who close your borders to keep you safe
While bombing others to make you great;
Support your troops being sent abroad
And your leaders dictating elsewhere

Leave as inheritance to your children
Safe cities, education and a settled future
That you and yours have acquired through murder;
Sign your will with the blood of victims