Spoken Word: To Whom It May Concern

At some point, i will do more than just audio with a pic but just like the previous two, (Amazing Grace, To Haiti with love) i'm still in the i'm-a-student-and-got-other-stuff-i-have-to-learn-stage.   Those who prefer to absorb with their eyes, the words are below, those partial to the sense of hearing, click on play: this version also includes the chorus that was stuck in my head for two weeks. Let's just say Pat Robertson ticked mii off and so the chorus was born but i couldn't find the lyrics-- the words until two Wednesday's ago. 



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the words
It’s how we treat the least of these
It’s how we act when the road gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows who we are, who we really are

We’re not defined by the words that we speak or the day of the week that we choose to appear meek and uniquely gather to discuss doctrinal matters. That is not who we are
The length of our skirt matters naught to the needy when their bellies are empty, so gently let’s pull back the cover and rediscover the essence of us being.
Here on this planet,
we exist to make him visible; our job is to show a dying world the invisible Christ.
The moment you take on his name your aim is to proclaim his love but instead we complain and profane his name,                                                                                                                                                                             When you come out of the watery grave you in effect say that you will daily empty yourself in order to show them Him. 
But instead we lobby in the hobbies to legislate change when instead we’ve been called to be a light that the world cannot ignore because of our love not because of our political might.
Light cannot be heard, so why do we discuss it
Light can only be seen so let us present it with our deeds

Please
We are too busy pointing fingers so we fail to use our whole hands to assist the long line of those who have been dismissed by society, quietly confirming what they know to be true, that we speak but do not do that which we have been called to. Which is
To make the invisible God visible
Each breathe we are given is to complete this task, to show the world that He does exist and that His love endures forever, but wrapped in our ivory towers we are kept clean and pristine so His love is unseen,
this is obscene, 
 our insistence on speaking and keeping but not sharing and living out His love  and so instead we make a mockery of the very thing that we profess to possess
Unless we address this issue we make much ado about nothing because this says who we really are

It’s how we treat the least of these
It’s how we act when the roads gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows who we are

You see we got it twisted thinking it’s about the rules we follow or the words we speak that have now become so shallow draped beneath our pseudo piety used to salve our burgeoning egos while the world is crying for help.

Each breathe you take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.
Each breathe you take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.
Each breathe I take but fail to make a difference with is wasted.

Until, only until
Your reaction defines your heart, until it breaks with sorrow over the death of a lost one.
Until your knees ache cuz u were on them till daybreak pleading, begging God to give you one more day to impact one more life, earnestly beseeching, asking for his mercy to cover the lost you know until they see the light you show.

Until your first reaction is not to accuse but to rescue to save the depraved,
until your conscience chooses assistance that crosses the distance to those in need in Haiti, in Sudan, in China , in the Congo, in Myanmar,
We don’t act in order to show love we are in love with God and so the things that break his heart move us to act out of our love of Him.
We are not what we believe, we are not what we speak but we are what we do
Even the demons believe and check out what they do

So that is why on the day that the skies will part and Christ will return for his bride many of us will be found wanting
singing and wanting,
church going and wanting,
bible thumping verse memorizing and wanting,
long skirt wearing buggy car driving and wanting
no alcohol drinking or ear piercing or porn watching and still wanting
vegetarian food eating Sabbath school lesson teaching, no club going and wanting

Cuz It’s how you treat the least of these
It’s how I act when the roads gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows we are, who we really are.

14 comments:

Myne Whitman said...

Powerful indeed! You do very good as a spoken word artist. Your cadence and diction catches the attention. Strong words indeed.

Jaycee said...

"It’s how we treat the least of these
It’s how we act when the roads gets rough
It’s how we treat the least of these that shows who we are"


I'm beginning to see the whole Pat Robertson incident as being like the pharisees and the whitewashed tomb depiction. It's making sense.

LOL @ "long skirt wearing, buggy car driving," Kafo. I had to giggle at that one.

ps: I'll listen to the spoken word when I get to a place that the sound won't distract people, even though I read it already. He he :)

Vixen said...

*slow clap* Wow Kafo...

sunnyside said...

Wow!!!

Debbie said...

it's how we act when the road gets rough.
true words.
really nice post.

Debbie said...

it's how we act when the road gets rough.
true words.
really nice post.

Neers said...

very poignant, kafs!

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

Wow Kafo, the Unspoken which deserved to be written has now surfaced, and the messages which for so long remained unwritten has now been penned.

It's so important to be seen to make visible the invisible God. Because it is true many are watching, not just the accuser the devil. The fact that we have professed Him, then it is important that one's actions align with it.

As always, I have enjoyed reading and watching you. Our God is indeed a GREAT God.

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

Hey Kafo,, I'm still loving your spoken wrods.. wow... I have so been missing out :)

Adejoh Momoh said...

Love the way you manipulate words... Cool...

Tisha said...

myne got here before me eewww!
anyways, i need ur permission to use part of this poem for spreading the gospel so can we use part of your poem, you could send how you would like to be addressed to my gmail account: tishasmith010@gmail.com.

When i read it, it got me thinking if i had not derailed in my walk so i am back on the narrow path. thanks kafo

disgodkidd said...

the spoken word..am inspired to begin...at least to dream to begin...applause...

Kafo said...

@ disgodkidd: it may start with a dream but we have to take the next step

@ tisha: it sticks to all on some level, for mii it was in talking, i do that a lot and act less but light cannot be heard and so now my words must be lived

@ Adejoh Momoh: long time oooo, i hope all is well

@ The Life of a Stranger called Me: it is not your fault ooo, i'm the one who went awol, thanks for updating your post regular tho'.

@ Neers: take care momma

@ Debbie: :)

@ sunnyside: mysterious ways

@ Vixen: tell ur hubby he has to produce my first album ooooo for free lol

@ Jaycee: seriously the long skirt wearing, yeah it had mii laughing also, i was like i LOVE THIS, but yeah i sometimes wear long skirts

@ Myne Whitman: if only i could pass on this passion to the stuff i have to learn in class, sigh

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

:)

Thanks babe. There was also one I wrote on Time travel on friday too, which i thought you might particularly like :).