– written as the intro poem for the upcoming project: The Rose of Hope Initiative by Christian rapper: Eric “Called By God” Jamaal
As God reigns down love and hope,
It raises up those who crushed His Rose.
Though His Son arose – many leave His charity unrequited.
Yet despite this crush His Son evoked,
Some choose to brush off such loving strokes…
As the love He emotes gets unfairly shunned and slighted.
Though snubbed and uninvited,
God helps Prepare the Way of the smug with kindness.
As His Son arises, He underwrites sins’ foul covering.
What some deemed a foolish act,
He redeemed through the Jews in Acts…
Sowing seams into Jewish pacts for Gentile underlings.
Though neither meant for hovering
Nor intended for smothering –
It exists quite lovingly in gently drizzling layers.
Just as sprinkling showers refract invisible light
Into lengthy towers that tend to bend in the sky…
It creates a visual shine that wakes
the mentally blind with prickly favor.
Stemming from within the Risen Vine, lovely roses bloom
That restore missing sight with front row views.
Unlike cutthroat feuds, spite doesn’t drive this allocation.
Though the plots of men thicken like aloe,
we’ve been preserved by blood-atoned dues.
As His clots thicken the shallow,
He spots the lost who were brushed off, stolen and pruned…
As the Groom hosts rooms that thrive in His hallowed station.
Refilling hollow vases,
His resurrected rose instills the opposite of hatred –
Dozens of fallen are integrated into one Rose Bowl trophy wife.
And just as blood red rose petals act as forerunners –
Shed and spread on the floor before her wonder…
Christ bled and rose to reform a runner:
to have, hold and mold her within a floating device.
Rather, as His love flows like rosewater,
Hope Floats like that time He strolled on water.
Though His Runaway Bride still trolls the borders, her atrophied prize still ensues.
As the ultimate Bachelor, Christ had one rose worth sharin’
That composed the song for Solomon’s Rose of Sharon…
Restored from being decomposed and barren –
we’ve been ‘called out’ as the Wife of the Groom.
Once inside His rooms, the union consummates.
With our lives in tune, Communion consecrates.
Though the constant wait bates the breath of those who congregate,
the Second Coming is in the wings.
Through His ever-burning desire,
sin’s intrusion conflagrates.
Though His yearning never expires,
His rosebush’s fire refuses to dominate…
As Christ’s love infuses the Father’s faith
with stunning visions seen.
All this is divinely seeded to set up a sudden victory
That’s best viewed in red hues of budding intensity –
One where peace on earth’s longsuffering history produces
beaucoup bouquets and groves.
One where faith, love, and joy
Rank above the void…
Placed in us by choice –
soothed and raised, renewed and arranged in arrays of hope.
Christ razed the grave’s goal
The day He rose from the cove.
He saved droves of souls to unearth the Father’s love.
So, through this new life we’ve been given,
God’s love should be extended…
This is what He intended –
on earth as it is far above.
