Why Are We Being Prep Poem by Corey Campbell (BlackChild)

It's so funny,
Cause I remembered many days.
I've had the same thoughts,
Knowing how problems and burdens weighs.

I also began to realize,
It's always GOD's chosen to be.
Who seem to suffer or be burned,
By this old world cruel society.

So as you say in your poem,
I pray all night and I pray all day.
Over and Over cause HIS WORD,
It seems only I have to obey.

WHY LORD!
Cause this task is so hard!
'WHY LORD'
Became my sympathy card.

As tear drops fall,
From my sweltering eyes.
My spirit becomes weak,
Hear comes the devil's lies.

'GOD don't love you',
'Can't you see'.
'How do you know',
'That HE's here with thee'.

'Remember that time',
'When you were bad'.
'HE never forgave you',
'Now you are sad'.

'Remember that time',
'When you chose me'.
'You didn't have this problem',
'Won't you come with me'.

I fell to my knees,
And began to pray more.
Cause the battle with my flesh,
I began to endure.

I Cry... Oh Lord!
Please give me strength!
I Cry... Oh Lord!
When I knelt to repent!

I prayed and I asked,
'Lord do you hear me'?
'Why Father only your people suffer',
'Why are we being burned in a firey sea'?

I prayed and I asked,
Until I could do no more.
Then came a calm,
After the heart filled pour.

The WORDS from the bible,
Began to take life.
I heard a familiar voice,
That soothe my strife.

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MY NAME IS 'I AM', (Yes Lord...)
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I ONLY CAN CONDEMN. (Yes Lord...)

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE THE IMAGE OF ME, (Thank you Lord...)
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MY WILL YOU CAN'T SEE. (Yes Lord...)

DON'T YOU KNOW HOW PRECIOUS YOU ARE, (Please show me Lord...)
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE WORTH MORE THAN THE STARS. (I begin to see Lord...)

DON'T YOU KNOW YOU ARE APART OF MY PLAN, (Thank you Lord...)
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I CREATED YOU TO BE A MAN. (Give me strength Lord..)

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MY SON PREPARED A PLACE, (Yes Lord...)
DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT THEM WITH LITTLE FAITH. (Oh yes Lord...)

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOUR BATTLE IS ALREADY WON, (Yes..Yes.. Lord)
STAND UP MY CHILD CAUSE 'I AM' CAN'T BE OUTDONE! (Thank you Father!)

I began to rise,
With understanding indeed.
For only GOD grants wisdom,
Only HE plants the seeds.

See GOD is the blacksmith,
Us Christians are HIS metal.
The roaring fire is the world,
For us Christians we will be unsettle.

The world was not made,
For Jesus and us alike.
The world will choose wrong,
While we are striving to choose right.

Living in this world,
Its like going through the fire.
We get burned and scared,
Our Father we begin to desire.

The BlackSmith takes us,
then HE shapes HIS metal.
Molding us into something,
Far more than a rose petal.

In and out the fire,
Until we become timid.
Banging and shaping us,
into HIS own image.

We are like Jesus,
So we must bear our cross.
Keep our faith in God's Words,
For HE is the boss.

For we are only soldiers,
Related to HIS plan.
Molded into HIS image,
Created to be a MAN!

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