The G.O.A.T

A Concept by

Whitney Brown

Interlude

Dear God,

When writing this piece. I found difficulty

expressing my thoughts of you. There are so many labels,

traditions, and formats when writing and I’m not versed

in any, but also none of those techniques could explain my

heart so I had to just be raw and organic like a vegetable.

Lol

God you are called, and my father, that you are.

Son of the Supreme, and the Fire in the deep.

By a virgin you came, and from Heaven you were proclaimed.

You used wood to build foundations, but none knew you ruled the nations.

See, you were brought here to live with the lowly so all your people can believe in you boldly.

Your hands formed me O King, it was you who built my being.

It was you who informed the obtuse to believe.

It was you who shut the mouths of the intellects, whose natural knowledge couldn’t comprehend.

Hatin’ on you they thought they would do, but the love you demonstrated killed sin for good.

It was you who spoke to the lady at the well, you told her past and proclaimed she was healed.

You set her free that day you see, no longer would she be a harlot for all to perceive.

You re-purposed her purpose no longer will she feel worthless.

It was you, whose hands opened the eyes of the blind.

It was you who called the dead to rise and with one word Lazarus open his eyes.

Your gracious love cannot be compared to when we try to ponder all the hell you went through. Mocked around the clock and stripped by your own flock.

Hated by the self righteous and despised by stony hearts whose eyes were full of rot.

But you still loved by fighting with your sword, and being ready to die and later soar.

Charged wrongfully and prosecuted unlawfully. Beaten until unrecognizable, but yet you loved us unconditionally.

You carried the weight of the world just to be hung and left to dry in the fields.

You went to hell and didn’t relent.

In your public humiliation you rose to domination.

The veil was torn, so we can be born.

You finished the job so we no longer have to sob.

As your winds blew your spirit flew.

What has descended then ascended and now we are mended.

For those who believe they will receive a new way.

Old homes no longer dying in the cold, but sealed with your mark, for your xoxo has marked the spot.

We now have purpose we no longer have to live worthless.

For my father, my brother, my spiritual friend, my good nature, and motivator has raised me from the dead.

You are the Greatest Of All Time and nothing can steal your shine.

I thank you for the opportunity to be in your family.

Let my speech bring honor when I speak of thee.