The Fray

We are on the edge of something big. This is a special time of the releasing of the supernatural, of the powerful. And words are one of the largest weapons we have in our arsenal. This is a poem about being in that place between hearing a thought and actually speaking it out loud and remembering that those words you're about to speak are going to be more powerful and influential to the destiny of the earth than you might ever realize.

The Fray

 

This is the time

The moment

Where the words that fall

From this parted mouth

Can launch a thousand ships

 

This is the place

The cavern

Where destiny will sit

And wait it’s quiet turn

Until It’s released from my lips

 

This is the world

The future

That rests upon my tongue

Will I choose to sing it forward

Or will I pull the smoking gun

 

This is the song

The anthem

That defines a generation

Of God crazed holy seekers

On whose shoulders rest the nations

This is the hour

The calling

For the lions to finally roar

To rise upon the hillside

And prepare themselves for war

 

We have the word

The answer

For a sick and starving world

Will we stand with God to heal it

Or let the pulsing dark uncurl

This is the time

The moment

Where the words that fall from our parted mouths

Can raise a Holy Kingdom

Or one that’s thriving underground