Name: There He Is, the Rare, the Distinct, tell Me What You Think
Brand: Knew-U-Ministries
SKU: 4787
Price: 4.95 USD
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There He Is, the Rare, the Distinct, tell Me What You Think

There He Is, the Rare, the Distinct, tell Me What You Think…. – Do his words carry a sweet aroma or stink? Is his hair white and bright or black and darkened?

Are his words Life or death?

Do they bow to you low or lift you up? Are you a child or a pup?

Do you have ears of the Spirit so that you can hear it? Who are his words for?

Do they appeal to the ears of the earthen or to the children who are searching? Are you His or another’s?

Who’s more important or should you lend a listen, those of rags or those who glisten?

Upon who’s grave shall who be pissin?

Upon who’s head shall the Godhead be kissin?

Does it cause you to pause a listen? Does it catch a flow you thought no other could know; does he have to spell it out for you to know what he’s saying?

While they are naying are you eternally saying, Yes! Amen! Is this the one?
A friend? A finally?! Someone who understands!

The inadequacy of mere men who don’t understand!? Can’t stand the truth! From my youth you called me to be different!!!! I’m not the weirdo I’m the Distinct and this is my District!

My measure for His Great Pleasure! I am the uncommon amongst the commoners!

The stones that have been rejected, neglected, due to the reflected glory, hear our story! For our tolerances of folly are few! We are the few not the many! But our weaponry is words the plenty!

They try to shake us, bake us, take us into captivity, we refuse! we choose to lose rather than give in to forceful conforming! Hear our voices they are storming forming the unseen to cause the seen to be better every dot every letter! Cold as ice, Nice?!

Hot as an oven, for the words in our mouths the burn hotter than fire for the desire of the Higher! Fervent heat is how we like to greet those if meat, carnal cookers, bookers, listing, fisting, wrenching guts if you desire to consider, the marked ones, the blasts from the past.

The spirits that always last despite the heat! Stoke your fire well stoke ours, pour water on it soak it in cider, fire retardant, beg your pardon, we refuse it well use it to provoke our fire so much higher, see the fire, smell the burning, watch the spot, adversary under foot, a hook for the nostril to the side, by Gods Word we abide, look upon our outward!

You’ll never be able to investigate the greatness inside, come I’ll give you a taste, a whisper, here it a fire a crisper, in a lister, words that melt mountains and make ways straight, bait for Leviathan.

The prey becomes the predator, lambs, and lions, defying the earthen limitation. Not present but never on vacation, a rod against a nation, a shield in the battlefield, arrows so narrow they pierce, the tightest formation.

Hear the prophet’s proclamation!!!