Hey guys,

As you all know I do spoken word poetry with the name Anani and this particular piece is one I hold dear to my heart. I hope as you read it you are blessed.

Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls,

I’m speaking with the heart of a child that’s lost,

I am carrying the burden of a nation lost.

I don’t speak without cause it is not how I roll,

I speak so lost lives can take a different turn,

Turning like turntables, causing a rethink, a restructuring, a reorientation.

Friends, I don’t speak for speaking sake,

Nah, I am speaking for Christ’s sake.

Yeah, His blood speaks loud for me,

So like Jeremy Camp, I will speak louder than before.

I am speaking for the actions that speak louder than words,

The Word that became flesh and dwelt amongst men.

It is He who I speak for,

I speak for all he speaks for,

I speak for Him, poetically

 

Poetically Speaking, Poetically Speaking,

God’s word teaching, lost souls reaching,

The good news we are teaching, saving and enriching

Poetically speaking, poetically speaking.

 

Speaking for a new cause,

Speaking for the lives lost,

Speaking against the curse,

Speaking for grace and love.

My voice is getting louder,

My will is getting stronger.

The flesh has got to die,

His Spirit has gotta rule.

So with my pen and paper,

And a voice growing louder,

I’ll speak and speak and speak.

We’ve don’t the wrong things for too long.

We have sat silent for too long, now our back hurts,

With the pain that was caused by our sins.

Everywhere I see pain and shame,

So I have to speak poetically.

 

Poetically Speaking, Poetically Speaking,

God’s word teaching, lost souls reaching,

The good news we are teaching, saving and enriching

Poetically speaking, poetically speaking.

 

Speaking for our fathers,

Speaking for our mothers.

Their sins unintentional,

Give them love unconditional.

Speaking for my brothers,

Speaking for my sisters.

Though youthful lost we chased,

Our sins we hope you erase.

Speaking till I change,

Speaking till I realize,

That your love and mercy is not for granted.

Speaking with my pen,

Dreaming like Mr. King,

I am waiting for the day real change comes,

But till then imma be

 

Poetically Speaking, Poetically Speaking,

God’s word teaching, lost souls reaching,

The good news we are teaching, saving and enriching

Poetically speaking, poetically speaking.

 

 

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