martha may i
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May I, is not requested. It is a must!TRANSCRIPT
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Martha, May I Help You
Mary didnt know That her baby boy
Would one day cross the border Where religion goes
To destroy our sons and daughters? Did she know that her baby boy Was in Afro-American flesh, too
And when its done to the least of His Weve smacked the face of God
Honey, did you know That His robe would be
A cloth that covered sins we did not see Such as witches and warlocks hiding
And abiding as long as they were Hidden in the sanctuary
Did you know That your baby boy
Remained hidden in a manger At Christmas time and all would see
How silent believers became With pagan worship and idolatry
Tell me, did you know How His robe would hide
No more sins and be A holy place we touch in ignorance
And still remain free To be silent
bout such cruelty But then who would imagine
Hed be Saddled with so many burdens
Or that the Mercy Seat would reveal A time capsule where ignorance was
seen Destroying like it did, in history?
Tell me, did you know His people were smelling like animals In homelessness, while those with this
worlds treasures would be Making fun of them and turn home to
luxury As if Jesus was born in a manger
And mercilessness could be Stankin that badly
And the stable left a stench to be
Forgotten as easy as money could be Covering the stench of insufficient,
insufferable ignominy
Did you know How much cruelty
Disguised itself as mercy Or that our government could stand
And condone war as a means of liberty? Or would dare say God Bless America And omit Him from our Judicial System
As He calls His people to repentance In this nation, continually?
How could she know That His name would be Blasphemed continually
Because oil prices would spill Into pockets disgusted with poverty
Or that greed would not hide An insufficient means
Of envying an inheritance that would be Incorruptible, undefiled
But filled with a denial of His deity?
Did they know?
Well Martha didnt But Mary would decree
That the whole thing stinketh As long as Gods presence would be
In the flesh of mankind And be silent bout such foolishness,
So Mary asked Martha, Well, May I But Martha was much too busy
With rosary beads, bake sales, fish dinners and in ministry With a cross that was
Far too heavy to carry alone But she decided it would be
One less job to do So eventually Martha did see
That Mary was her friend and not her enemy
In that, Mary chose not to hate At the gate where beautiful would be
Knowing bout too much evil Where Jezebel was seated, busy as hell
Working poor Martha to death, till Jesus broke the spell
And Mary would decree That HOLY was important
But only Jesus can make me holy!