The Majesty of the Tapestry that I’m crafting,
Is Grafting my Gift of Rapping,
With Facts that’ll add Refraction,
Of The Light but not (a) Distraction,
No cap, cause I’m after Enactment,
Of the Pact where He Strapped my Past
To His Back through (His) Compassion!
The Strategy of Duality,
When He Casually Flashed Gallantry at me,
In the Face of the Stark Reality,
And Gravity of all the Agony,
That Bought my Amnesty,
So, He could Stand With me,
That Blows my mind,
Cause there’s No Casualties!
You’re screaming Blasphemy,
Asking about His Tragedy,
Wrathfully blasting attacks,
At my Math and Rationality,
When in Reality, It’s His Duality,
That Allowed His Power to Rally,
And Display His Pageantry,
Now, getting back to the Masterpiece that He’s Crafting,
Reactions to what He Drafting may lack approval or clapping,
Acting like the time He’s trapping within the hours He’s Rationing,
When viewed from another slant won’t dazzle you when you’re catching them!
Because He’s Stacking both Passion and all that’s lacking,
Into a package that Fastens His Strength to my weak inaction!
The Task of Mashing the Vastness of His Tenacity into a cat like me,
Man, it baffles me past capacity!
That The Everlasting whose Majesty that I bask in,
Would Map a Transaction or Manufacture an Interaction,
Contrasting the Black to Emblazon the Fact,
That He Held it Intact with a Lash from His Back,
And Colored my tapestry with that,
Every single time you see me,
You can all but Guarantee it,
There’s a String that’s swinging,
Please Weave a Tapestry in me!
Repeat 2 x
Now, the Conclusion of all the Father is Doing,
May seem confusing when fueled by Geography that it’s viewed in,
Perception is ruined when prejudiced resolutions move in,
Consuming allusions of perfection Flexing is producing!
It requires movement to see the Loom is Improving,
Infusement of Fluid Transfused from His Wounds where He Drew it and through it,
The Truest Conduces Tragedy when He Chooses,
And Tactfully Introduces His Strategy, let’s review it:
He understandably Comprehends our humanity,
Candidly it’s really the Catalyst for Christianity!
Handing me catastrophy contrasted by Immortallity,
YOU DON’T SEE BEAUTY LOOKING AT THE BACKSIDE OF TAPESTRIES!
By: Christopher Louis Reid