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There is so much to say

There is so much to pray

For much has been buried

As if dead

But daily we deal with harried

Stale bread

The stench of the hidden is

Like the chafing of a wild horse

Too long ridden

That may sound freaky

But the evidence is creepy

And creeping up on us

As we like ostriches in the sand

Refuse to take a stand

On what we proclaim grand

So now the sand is sinking

And many a soul are blinking

Away as we kneel and pray

For show and self

But they are crying out for help

Get on your knees and whelp

For the dying the crying

Get up and wipe their tears

Get up and tend their cares

Rise up and feed their souls

Rise up and make them whole

You have the key to set them free

You have the word, bring them to me

I will deliver I will heal

I will make their enemies kneel

Stop gawking and start talking

Stop stalking and start walking

Into the enemies camp

It is to time to revamp

What has been ravished

Time to revive

what has been tarnished

it is time

knock the dust off your lips

spit shine your shoes

stretch to your tips

shake your limbs loose

it is time

shame and dishonor

must be disgraced

Perversion and vulgarity

must be dethroned

from this generations seat

evicted from their homes

there is so much to do

there is so much to say

who will do it

who will go

Here I am lord

send me

I will say it

I will do it

I will go