C. A. Friend

Christian A. Friend is a 30-something year old, African American male living in Charlotte, NC. Christian describes himself as a "Child of God and Servant of Humanity". This blog contains his poetry, stories and musings that focus on relationships, politics, music, movies and his Christian faith.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Christian Soldier


I'm a Christian Soldier and I'm standing on the front line, 
for real son We running out of time.
 Brothers pushin dimes, 
packin them nines; 
we sick. 
Shoulda been reachin for our gifts,
but we slipped; 
so we now we busy clutching on a forth fifth. 
Live by the sword die by the sword. 
Why you think its bodies fillin up the morgue?
Why you think it's ganstas,
kickin in your door?
We need more,
then this trife life,
livin out of spite.
Stop seekin darkness,
reach for the the light.
His name is Jesus Christ,
and He got a plan for your life.
He offers you peace,
He offers you love,
He offers you guidance,
Straight from above.
Don't deny him,
Jesus has everything you need
And I came to plant this seed

You a Christian soldier
And the Lord told ya
Be strong  I sent the holy spirit to mold ya

Battle lines is drawn,
time to get it on.
Your put to the test,
strapped with ur vest.
It's death in flesh
the proof is obvious;
the pain in your chest
while you smokes that ces,
disease in the liver
while you drinking that liquor.
Soul is dying,
and your body getting sicker.
Every day,
you refuse to pray.
Investing in flesh like its the Dow Jones. 
The truth burns, 
And it's lessons to learn, 
but you steady taken losses like an economic downturn. 
You better grasp it, 
or you end up in the casket. 
All you get from sin  is death. 
It's only by his grace that you ain't dead yet. 
Got to make decisions when the rubber meets the road.
You get burnt up like oil in a hoopty 
Flesh being pressed And it's  time to turn a new leaf

You a Christian soldier
And the Lord told ya
Be patient
I sent the holy spirit to mold yo

You always stressing
while Gods always offers blessings
and peace.
Come on fam,
let the nonsense cease.
When the enemy charges,
do you run with fright,
or will you hold it down
stand and fight.
Your a solider and Gods in command
Gotta surrender your will
and follow his plan.
Seek him first
and things will be added
But we seeking money
Like a fien or an addict
Like Bizzle said its God over Money
Seek the wisdom of God
Not the things of a dummy
Hold it down soldier
And remember what I told Ya
It time to get right
Just let the holy spirit mold ya.

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