Destiny's spear
Another spiritually inspired poem. Bud McKinney the Blackfoot redneck is the father of Christ Bob.
Bob=Body of Believer. Mercy for all those who accept my son.
Married to the truth and by my faith, I live.
You can take nothing from me that I wouldn't just give.
Your world began when you were birthed.
The good Book is for your life, not your death.
In the beginning, you were born. Innocent
Let there be light is a father's prayer that a newborn will have sight.
I give my word as my bond and handshake as the signature on that bond.
Jesus did not ask for water on the cross, and the Lord knew what he needed.
I am he who was dead but shall live forever,
My immortality can only be a son's spiritual endeavor.
God's instructions to the soldier, "END THE SUFFERING"
The spear is in the "Oklahoma Blackberry Plantation"
He is the one who can Unite this Nation.
Bob=Body of Believer. Mercy for all those who accept my son.
Married to the truth and by my faith, I live.
You can take nothing from me that I wouldn't just give.
Your world began when you were birthed.
The good Book is for your life, not your death.
In the beginning, you were born. Innocent
Let there be light is a father's prayer that a newborn will have sight.
I give my word as my bond and handshake as the signature on that bond.
Jesus did not ask for water on the cross, and the Lord knew what he needed.
I am he who was dead but shall live forever,
My immortality can only be a son's spiritual endeavor.
God's instructions to the soldier, "END THE SUFFERING"
The spear is in the "Oklahoma Blackberry Plantation"
He is the one who can Unite this Nation.
“Destiny’s spear”
My treasure is a spiritual gift yet unclaimed.
My spirit slips through the keyhole in the closed-door just the same.
The voice In my heart comes with Cadence and timing,
without effort, my words start rhyming.
All this is coming off the top of my head,
there is a crown missing for a man who was dead.
I baptized my son in the Holy Okie spirit
and promised him someday the whole world would hear it.
He is a RAM with his horns entangled
wondering how his life got so mangled.
He does not complain and has no fear
because my spirit is always near.
My mother Mary taught him the Bible,
and our ancestry has always been Tribal.
When god's son said why has thou forsaken me,
God sent a soldier with the spear of destiny.
Yes, all these words are shot from the hip,
and destiny's spear has a broken tip.
My treasure is a spiritual gift yet unclaimed.
My spirit slips through the keyhole in the closed-door just the same.
The voice In my heart comes with Cadence and timing,
without effort, my words start rhyming.
All this is coming off the top of my head,
there is a crown missing for a man who was dead.
I baptized my son in the Holy Okie spirit
and promised him someday the whole world would hear it.
He is a RAM with his horns entangled
wondering how his life got so mangled.
He does not complain and has no fear
because my spirit is always near.
My mother Mary taught him the Bible,
and our ancestry has always been Tribal.
When god's son said why has thou forsaken me,
God sent a soldier with the spear of destiny.
Yes, all these words are shot from the hip,
and destiny's spear has a broken tip.