In this poem Ezekiel shares the paradox of forgetting through the voice of Satan. This piece carries you a roller coaster of thoughts until the end! Enjoy!
Lyrics start from 0:42 It’ll all fade from your minds as soon as you leave this room When I see you (hahahhaha) praising , dancing your shackles lose bondage peeling from bodies like old scabs making way for new flesh I don’t cast away your change just yet When I see truth and conviction filling your hearts to the point your mouths refuse to hold worship hostage any longer I don’t relent in my pursuit I’d rather ask you. Ask you how many times, you trespass the line you swore you wouldn’t cross divorced the wooden cross and splintered right back inside my palms How many times? has repentance rendered you alabaster when broken A sweet fragrance filled prostrate at the feet of your master then the next day unspill yourself into the posture of whats happening now either you were acting and your back was spasming or your skill that looking humbly remorseful while just tripping and I just witnessed an accident When I find you running, running from yourselves to the altar I allow you to be deceived by the emptiness of your impulsive decisions I just wait because the clock is a snitch my friends. Time will always tell on you If you’re not conscious of how good he is You’ll always forget how bad you are So my fight isn’t to make you sin Your flesh alone is bold enough for that mission My biggest weapon is making you forget with distractions to keep you from being consistent All of you. all of you get a checkup before you check out. See the test is in the visit but the results are in the follow-up the constant return to his essence, being patient in the waiting room of his presence I am no fool I know you fight to avoid the items on God’s thou shall not list so I’m far more strategic (hahhahah) I make your heart's beat for vanity Fleeting beauty the promise of success on a platter the appeal of romance I have you more consumed with being a couple than honouring the trinity more enticed with making love now than making love known seduce you with today to blind you from eternity to make you obsessed with the temporary until you feel evangelism is a job for the leaders in the sanctuary. If I can’t snatch you from your holy flatline then I’ll snatch your desire to snatch souls from mine And you think You think the “I am” needs a … forget about it no really forget about it I am nesia but you may be too comatose to notice and they say God makes no mistakes (hahahaha) ok.. right … so So this blatant form of neglect was intentional How could he mould beings in his image that permit such a flaw How did he forget to make you remember? You would never fall if you had the weight of the law at the forefront of your thoughts. It makes no sense. unless unless it was always his intent maybe he finds some some twisted beauty in the art of forgetting and remembering and and your curse is a gift no no no , he’s sick ...demented genius I assumed it was a broken design but it was his plan to make you like him you are evidence of divine selective memory didn’t God make the rules, when you sin in the end you die I make one bad move and my fate is flame for the while You break his law all your life and just because he is kind miraculously condemnation somehow slips his mind? Looking at you its forensic science and he makes you dust for his finger prints he made you dust face fingerprints his character tailored to fit only the redeemed So it seems easy to walk like the one who passed down his genes Wouldn’t forgiveness be a myth if record or fault couldn’t be erased from your heart some of you some of you who had been abused, mishandled, betrayed Look at you today Somehow you find joy in your God and smile like it never took place You’re forgetting it's a gift You’re forgetting is a gift That must be the reason your yesterdays were buried with the sun So God could resurrect mercies anew in the mornings when it's all said and done He’s always. He’s always remembered his children like those oppressed by the hands of my son Pharaoh or the barren woman he would later call to swaddle a nation's salvation and our heritage Or a thief A thief with robbery still fresh on impaled poems A hanging picture of justice Say “remember me in paradise” God has unearthed his grace in remembering that proves his mercy in forgetting but you you are not holy like him You’re drunk with sin like me…. his enemy what you mean to tell me that the saint has salvation due to God’s voluntary failed memory A judgement When we face the wrath of his presence I want you to remember that your hands your hands were as crimson as my rebellion but he who will cast me into the gut of hell to rot but will tell you that as far as the east is from the west so will I remove your transgressions from you I will shred your inequities underfoot cast your sin into the sea of the forgotten He will welcome you. Welcome you into his rest, kiss you glorified with Alzheimer's Lips because of redemption stained vision he will only see you for who you are then but not for who you were before him the glory of his presence will remind you that every trial I watched you suffer through every war I raged against you till this moment was worth it As he releases you into bliss He will tell you he loves you forever And you’ll never forget it
I love the concept he brought to life of how Satan hates us because we are forgiven and loved, made in the image of the divine God that kicked him out of Heaven and sentence him to damnation. Maybe that was where God realized His mistake and so that is why He sent Jesus because He knew where we would go would forever hurt Him to see us walk a path toward such hell. But it was never a mistake (because Luicifer was an angel not man) it was only destined to happen. Lucifier made a fool of himself to try and de-throne his Creator and suffered the consequences.
Oh Lord! 😍 Please help me remember everyday, all the time that the least I can do for you is live a godly life. I owe you that much! God bless you Ezekiel! This is powerful!!! 😍
If you are not aware of how good he is, you will always forget how bad you are. ❤️
Lyrics start from 0:42
It’ll all fade from your minds as soon as you leave this room
When I see you (hahahhaha)
praising , dancing your shackles lose
bondage peeling from bodies like old scabs making way for new flesh
I don’t cast away your change just yet
When I see truth and conviction filling your hearts to the point your mouths refuse to hold worship hostage any longer
I don’t relent in my pursuit
I’d rather ask you.
Ask you how many times, you trespass the line you swore you wouldn’t cross
divorced the wooden cross and splintered right back inside my palms
How many times?
has repentance rendered you alabaster when broken
A sweet fragrance filled
prostrate at the feet of your master then the next day unspill yourself into the posture of whats happening
now either you were acting and your back was spasming
or your skill that looking humbly remorseful while just tripping and I just witnessed an accident
When I find you running,
running from yourselves to the altar
I allow you
to be deceived by the emptiness of your impulsive decisions
I just wait because the clock is a snitch my friends.
Time will always tell on you
If you’re not conscious of how good he is
You’ll always forget how bad you are
So my fight isn’t to make you sin
Your flesh alone is bold enough for that mission
My biggest weapon is making you forget with distractions to keep you from being consistent
All of you.
all of you get a checkup before you check out.
See the test is in the visit
but the results are in the follow-up
the constant return to his essence, being patient in the waiting room of his presence
I am no fool
I know you fight to avoid the items on God’s thou shall not list
so I’m far more strategic (hahhahah)
I make your heart's beat for vanity
Fleeting beauty
the promise of success on a platter
the appeal of romance
I have you more consumed with being a couple than honouring the trinity
more enticed with making love now than making love known
seduce you with today
to blind you from eternity
to make you obsessed with the temporary until you feel evangelism is a job for the leaders in the sanctuary.
If I can’t snatch you from your holy flatline then I’ll snatch your desire to snatch souls from mine
And you think
You think the “I am” needs a …
forget about it
no really forget about it
I am nesia
but you may be too comatose to notice
and they say God makes no mistakes (hahahaha)
ok.. right … so
So this blatant form of neglect was intentional
How could he mould beings in his image that permit such a flaw
How did he forget to make you remember?
You would never fall if you had the weight of the law at the forefront of your thoughts. It makes no sense.
unless
unless it was always his intent
maybe he finds some
some twisted beauty in the art of forgetting and remembering and
and your curse is a gift
no no no , he’s sick ...demented
genius
I assumed it was a broken design but it was his plan to make you like him
you are evidence of divine selective memory
didn’t God make the rules, when you sin in the end you die
I make one bad move and my fate is flame for the while
You break his law all your life and just because he is kind miraculously condemnation somehow slips his mind?
Looking at you
its forensic science and he makes you dust for his finger prints
he made you dust face fingerprints
his character tailored to fit only the redeemed
So it seems easy to walk like the one who passed down his genes
Wouldn’t forgiveness be a myth
if record or fault couldn’t be erased from your heart
some of you
some of you who had been abused, mishandled, betrayed
Look at you today
Somehow you find joy in your God and smile like it never took place
You’re forgetting it's a gift
You’re forgetting is a gift
That must be the reason your yesterdays were buried with the sun
So God could resurrect mercies anew in the mornings when it's all said and done
He’s always.
He’s always remembered his children
like those oppressed by the hands of my son Pharaoh
or the barren woman he would later call to swaddle a nation's salvation and our heritage
Or a thief
A thief with robbery still fresh on impaled poems
A hanging picture of justice
Say “remember me in paradise”
God has unearthed his grace in remembering that proves his mercy in forgetting
but you
you are not holy like him
You’re drunk with sin like me…. his enemy
what you mean to tell me that the saint has salvation due to God’s voluntary failed memory
A judgement
When we face the wrath of his presence
I want you to remember that
your hands
your hands were as crimson as my rebellion
but he who will cast me into the gut of hell to rot but will tell you that as far as the east is from the west so will I remove your transgressions from you
I will shred your inequities underfoot
cast your sin into the sea of the forgotten
He will welcome you.
Welcome you into his rest, kiss you glorified with Alzheimer's Lips
because of redemption stained vision he will only see you for who you are then
but not for who you were before him
the glory of his presence will remind you
that every trial I watched you suffer through
every war I raged against you till this moment was worth it
As he releases you into bliss
He will tell you he loves you forever
And you’ll never forget it
Thank you for this😊
Thank you for doing this🙌🏼🙌🏼
Thank you so much!
I love the concept he brought to life of how Satan hates us because we are forgiven and loved, made in the image of the divine God that kicked him out of Heaven and sentence him to damnation.
Maybe that was where God realized His mistake and so that is why He sent Jesus because He knew where we would go would forever hurt Him to see us walk a path toward such hell. But it was never a mistake (because Luicifer was an angel not man) it was only destined to happen. Lucifier made a fool of himself to try and de-throne his Creator and suffered the consequences.
Most people will miss the depth of this message... they will forget!
There is a power the poet yields when he ministers. It can heal and PIA Tour poets minister with such excellence
Wow...
One of the best spoken word pieces I've ever watched.
God bless you Ezekiel
Oh Lord! 😍 Please help me remember everyday, all the time that the least I can do for you is live a godly life. I owe you that much! God bless you Ezekiel! This is powerful!!! 😍
The depth of this poem and its delivery blows me away. May God continue to bless you with more inspiration
Ezekiel is amazing!
Thank you for this, Ezekiel!
God bless you bro for allowing yourself to be used, great message.
To God be the glory for this gifted young man.
Powerful and Insightful simply Amazing!!
This is a very convicting message
Ezekiel is so good!!!
God bless u bro.
Wow I'm not a fan of poetry, but this poem is amazing plus the transcript added :)
Powerful
If you listened once, you heard nothing.
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Damn🔥🔥🔥🙌🏾
👏👏👏👏👌
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