Nasiru ft Woz Happening

A poem by two people separated by land and water, but together in hope:

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Ben: I sit with many at the table of the creator

The servings all seem different

But what he’s serving us is actually the same.

Nasiru: souls were fed with Mouthwash

Body disabled and bone

wrecks but the ability of Angels now is the erect angles

dispensing grace to the brim

No North, No South, Neither East or West

How Lucky for His true disciples

Ben: Do not all teachings come from the one

Is it not folly to look down on anothers belief

When it is what the creator ask of all of us to Believe

Are we not the ones to teach the seekers the word

Like the prophets of old

Was not the written word first taught by

word of mouth

Nasiru: Faith has eyes but she cannot speak

How dare we believe empty handed?

Revive the dead scrolls and verses will sprout alive

Christ came to fill empty barrels.

The Apostles each was to perfect morals

Very few exhalted teachers remain yet all glittering!

who do we believe?

Ben: We call the righteous, sinners

And the sinners, righteous

The Fools drip poison from their tongues

And many consume it like honey

Rather then dipping their bread into the knowledge of scripture and ending their true hunger

How are we the flock of the creator when. we are easily lured away by wolves

Nasiru: When the Lord is not our Shepherd.

Nasiru Wonder & Woz Happening | copyright , September, 2021