THE WAITING
See Hear
Hearing God speak … by His Spirit. hearing God speak in the rhythm of the street with the words interwoven with the web – that’s neat
Read the written poem
See Hear – A Rap
hearing God speak
in the rhythm of the street
with the words interwoven
with the web – that’s neat
well, it sounds real cool
though it’s not been proven
that my mind’s in gear
when my mouth is movin’
y’see it could be said
that i’m keen, real keen
to hear from the Master
’n to speak what i’ve seen
but who am i hearin’
’n how can i know
that it’s not just my words
’n i’m caught up in the flow
of my own erudition
a typical condition
of a man in my position
who’s required to show
that he hears what he hears
’n he knows what he knows
he’s done it for years
’n it shows
INTERMEZZO
so… what am i sayin’
’n how much do I see
am i hearin’ God speak
or me, just me
see, you go out on a limb
put your neck on the line
raise your head above the rim
expect a real hard time
cos they’ll shoot you down in flames
take a pot-shot if they can
knock you off your high perch
that’s the way it is, man
but that isn’t to say
don’t listen in the night
for the subtle intervention
of the Spirit, all right
keep all channels open
leave the filters on ‘true’
’n wait till the Word
comes tunnellin’ through
then speak what you hear
’n tell ’em what you know
keep it nice ’n simple
talk slow