Island Scene Newsletter

I’m stuck in this rut, can’t get out for nothing.  It’s my life where so many others here just fussing and cussing.

It’s the same place I was in last year and for fear I do not move, though I want to improve, my condition

God I do want out but this rut is like home for me now and when sin calls I bow and begin to give in to the whim of my Master…the Devil

I dance to his music, recite every lyric, that fills up my spirit and then I re-spit it

I drink his sweet nectar, from bottles and cans from the hand of the one who passes it round and round and round and...

I drink till I’m swaying can’t control what I’m saying it’s the drink I’m obeying and soon I’m fading

The video hypnotizes and sends my hope rising that I can be, just like he and she on my TV riding and styling laid back in what… a Maserati?

Nah that can’t be for me don’t you see, it can’t be,

No one rises from here they just disappear changing from one jail house bunk to another year after year it’s the norm around here

Breaking the heart of the mom and grandmother

Breaking the law stealing dope from each other, fighting and some killing their lovers, and even their brothers

I can’t find no body whose come out so no wonder the pit just seems deeper, and darker to me, feels like I’m ‘bout to be buried beneath…the sins I’ve committed, the lifestyle I’ve chosen,

 Sometimes I see light and a rope coming near me, but who could it be, I can’t see

Every time I move closer to see, hands start grabbing me, pulling me back to my place in the rut

I’ve heard someone trying to get a message to me so I can get out and be free,

 so I strain my ear to hear the voice clear but then the crowd near me gets louder, they bump up the beats of the streets, that’s replete with the message that keeps me in this rut so deep

I heard ‘bout a book that has text that’s complete, unique in its message, God’s message it speaks

The verses tight, are meant to give sight to those blinded by their condemning plight

The text shines light on my condition, so much so, I’m like a deer caught in the high beams of the headlights, I’m guilty I know it the text says conviction.

What can I do, to undo the sentence, all have sinned,

yours are many the judge has pronounced it and it’s louder than the beats on the streets, it pierces like well sharpened cleats, and announces what’s due to me is death that’s eternal, a final destination that can’t be escaped from

I want to deny it, though my money can’t buy it, the freedom I want has too high a price that’ s beyond my reach, it’s God’s law I have breached, so the teacher did teach and the preacher did preach

The more I hear this text, and read this text it only confirms what’s next for me, a future more like the same unless I decide to completely surrender my life to the One who has paid, by the life he has laid down on the cross to be stuck through and through to do what only he can to redeem man as by God’s plan,

I’ve heard so many times and turned my back on God’s plan of salvation for man, it’s time I stand and take his brand, I’ve tried other ways like my family and friends and still left in this rut with no hope in the end.

Jesus the savior who came to seek and to save those who are lost and sins slave

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