ORC Poetry: #MondayMotivation Almost (Saved) By Ezekiel Azonwu

‘Almost’ a poem by Nigerian born Spoken word artist, Ezekiel Azonwu, is one poem that touched me, about the luke-warm Christian. Throughout the poem half of me was smiling and nodding my head, the other half was evaluating my own life.  In the end our enemy does not care if you look right on the outside to the rest of the world, or about your church attendance, he is looking to destroy you by letting you be [well]…. almost.

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Lyrics Below

One of the most dangerous terms in English diction

if it could be translated into audio it would sound like

pbb-bb-bb-bb from the saxophone of Lisa Simpson

two words designed and strategically combined

to form the biggest oxymoron in the history of mankind

ALL-MOST

But see, as far as the world’s concerned, you could live your life vile

and could almost get away with murder if you had a nice smile

you could almost meet folks just to almost sleep around

and stop at your local clinic while you almost had a child.

see, ‘almost’ is no stranger to Satan. Here’s proof:

he only tells lies when they’re almost the truth

and it’s amazing in our incompleteness we find complacence

but if almost is one of Lucifer’s many traits

then we are inadvertently good Satan impersonations

But on the contrary, Christ did his job fully

and he proved he was God when he died on the cross like it was his duty

and to pardon my iniquities that I commited rudely

he resurrected from the grave just to tell death to excuse me

but excuse me, this is your life and that’s something I can’t impose on

but your body is God’s home which was alone about to get forclosed on

See, an almost Christian looks right but lives wrong

Can’t stand the conviction in Romans so they sit down to be comforted in Psalms

Never understood worship but loved to sing songs like I surrender all. . .MOST

Cuz it’s far to expensive to spend your life on something that doesn’t appeal to your five senses

see, nowadays, Christianity is like a Louis rag–

no function or use but we just rock it cuz it’s stylish

not righteous, but right-ish

So now all God sees is a pile of ISHmael’s when he intended for Isaac’s

And we’re moved by how we feel so we’re saved when we feel like it

so technically we’ve never really been saved we merely tried it.

So no wonder why we’re never sold out when we return it after we buy it

Let me break it down because you need to beware

that your life could lack the very standards that need to be there

Cuz on that final day of judgment while God’s receiving his heir

will he say, Son, well done or [spits] medium rare!

Cuz even by earthly standards it would be highly insane

to start spending all of your money days before you almost get paid

like parents, you wouldn’t send your kids to a school that’s almost safe

and ladies, would you really date a man who claims he’s almost straight?

and this is the very thing about God that we all try to get around

but his standards are like between two mountains–no middle ground

so a halfway life is unprofitable to you

cuz after all the Sunday service, Bible studies, and prayer meetings

and everything that goes between, God will say I never knew you

But that’s not even the worst part of living your life as neutral

it’s that you were once arctic but it is your lukewarmness that is causing him to spew you

and this is the very thing that had me

I was bound and held down by the unforgiving gravity of my spiritual reality

I was a Christian, or at least I portrayed the fantasy

With a filthy personal life but a “God bless you brother, how you doin’ sister?” personality

I was a male enveloped by guilt because I was stamped a sinner

My message couldn’t be received because I didn’t represent the sender yet I was almost delivered

Till that one day when I totally, absolutely and completely surrendered

I took heed to a modern prophet who proclaimed it was time for change

now I’m no longer bound to sin point-blank off the chain

You can ask Umar Abdul Mutallab, he’ll tell you the same–

you don’t almost go to jail when you almost blow up a plane

like you don’t almost go to hell when you almost get saved

despised the cross that he was slain and thus the cause for which he came

but don’t worry i’m almost done, but before i leave this stage

we have all worked in sin and death was minimum wage

but if it wasn’t for Christ we would have almost got paid

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