MUTABAZI
In the day of tribulations the weight given to Mutabazi the Seer which he did witness.
O my God! Why do you open my eyes from sleep, it was a good sleep and peaceful rest.
In the day of tribulations the weight given to Mutabazi the Seer which he did witness.
O my God! Why do you open my eyes from sleep, it was a good sleep and peaceful rest.
To believe the world is a playground and that the rides turn slow. Things r not as the seem
I dont believe my eyes, the secret horror. Please let me sleep O sweet ignorance.
Now I cry out with bitter tears at the mess of the land in which you call your own.
Why do I cry tears, for what reason. Why do I recieve more than the rest. Why am I alone
to myself? Why do I stay in the hills and remember the old days when I was a cub
and things were merry and hearts were clean
Create a clean heart in him O lord and remove the passions his youth
that he may not forget the ways of your care and protection
that he may not cross the boundary mark of your admonitions
he fall a thousand times but look a thousand times rise
Let not the dark cover his light, but give him the reflection of a child
The wicked one rises, the dark man of promise rides mysteriously. The world rocks
here and there like a drunkard, the way is not clear and the storm is coming!
I try to run away, but in vain. The whole earth is dead, and your people are
scattered. Truth and love is a myth, and time is short. The end is rushing
like a busy town. There is so much confusion in the land.
The future, where shall it lead? And the road where shall it turn. The youth
who shall guide them. And the old, who shall care. The whole land is cold
and gone from you. I fear the results.
Then the voice of the lord answered me and said, write down the dreams of
your sleep. Write what the eyes see and the ears hear. Not all Israel shall bow
but my people are scattered, the remnant of Jacob, the true Israelites.
Stand in the light and do not worry for I am with you.
For not all are jews who say they are Jews and not all are blessed
who have the earth in their hands, the soil and all that dwell on it.
All belong to me, they shall pay me with interest.
I shall reward them with blood and mighty slaps of fire.
I Jehovah shall visit them suddenly and the world will watch
That synagogue of Satan, those cruel Jews will crumble with the heat of fire.
Their enemy will do unto them what they did unto others.
Blood for blood and more blood.
When all this happens eat and drink and merry.
Who shall I see fit to carry up on that day, who shall be lifted above
but only the righteous in Christ
Do not be troubled with iniquity and hypocrisy and all manner of senseless
chattering, for the truth cannot hide. Do not marvel at price-tag preachers
and false prophets who know me not.
Yes
My spirit was moved in me and I shed so many tears. My heart stirred and burned
with such intense fire that made me groan a bitter sweet passion
I suffered many things but the hand of Jehovah was strong.
I did not understand, useless I say. Why have your people sold out?
Why so much evil in your church, Why is the truth hidden and for what crime
is there in love and purity. I shed so many tears.
Murder is the case
The rain is shouting murder, murder!, and the weather men make false predictions
they prophecy magic and sorcery and chanting spells for all
even great and small, the eastern parts are malnurished
For Israel plunders nations and take what is not theirs and rob the earth of its people
they blame their own terror on others
on your very people they point a finger and place a burden
to them I say woe, and triple woes
And to the earth I say run for your life for what is coming soon
For the lord of love and mercy will transform into a man of war and spill much blood
there will be wailing and hunger and much bodies
But the spirit of truth nowhere to be found
I shed so many tears
This is not the place. This is evil. My word which I poured from the wells
of my heart
Your people have become the world, they dont care
Prosperity is their celebrity and profit their game
their harvest is of souls and not truth
their interest is a name and not Jehovah
They do not lift burdens but add brick upon brick
and salvation is no longer your gift, but a price heavy
They sell the earth for a diamond and prostitute the innocent for gain.
The ignorant fall to their knees and follow blind
the masters carry the sheep to slaughter house.
Woe to those who call themselves your people, yes
and bash those who they preach are not your people
woe to those who credit themselves for milking your name, no
and eat up those who they mark as heathens
woe to those who say to keep the laws
but among their earthly garments dwells many flaws
woe to those who claim to have your day
but without love they profit not but throw others away.
For he sees and he shall reason with himself and his creator.
how long have u know me? From before the world
how have u fixed my ways? From birth
Since when have I been a stranger and mystery in this land?
forever
Cause Jehovah is everywhere and is one man, selah
For I reasoned well and here is my conclusion
I will stand tall and will not fall
I need no worldly 'friends' for I never had many
I stayed to myself reserved as a child and played with few
I do not belong to the crowds & have no appetite for fame
and my praise is not of man but of God
and my reward is not of earth but in Heaven
for my wealth is the inner man and silent meditation
and my joy is your holy spirit, tender and warm
and my home is far, but I live in a foreign land
For where do I originate? Is it not the motherland!
And where are my people? Are they not scattered!
And where was I born? Is it not India
yet I will always be a son of Africa.
I endure much forever and ever, selah!
Though I have never seen the land of my parents
you know best
and though I have never climbed the Hills of Rwanda
you carry me in dreams
And though I dont know my culture, you preserve my youth
And though I never spoke the tongue of my father
of my forefathers and their fathers, you remember me
and the promise from generation to generation
For Africa lives in me and the spirit of my ancesters
And Ethiopia is in my heart and I know the secrets
And you exalted my name a holy peculiar name
I am not ashamed of my name
and my ways are your ways, you preserve your own forever.
For the line must continue and the faith reserved
And Ive never bowed or changed the standard
For I am Ethiopia, your very people
was raised a christian but my blood is Islam
My hair is not Sampsons but I live Rastafari
I am more than seperate, I stand alone
and the ancient Lord receives me
Look at my words, do they contradict scripture?
and look at my poems, are they not resemble the image of the prophets
my life, is there blame in my walk and spot in my character
and can the enemy overcome a child of the king, it exhausts him
look at my humility is it my own, really
if these are not enough, go and look at my people far away
come back and tell me the stories
surely the lord is with my people and they are my witness,
and my foundation resides in the hill with birds and cool
and I am of the tribe, but the world cannot see the
mystery
Now I cry out with bitter tears at the mess of the land in which you call your own.
Why do I cry tears, for what reason. Why do I recieve more than the rest. Why am I alone
to myself? Why do I stay in the hills and remember the old days when I was a cub
and things were merry and hearts were clean
Create a clean heart in him O lord and remove the passions his youth
that he may not forget the ways of your care and protection
that he may not cross the boundary mark of your admonitions
he fall a thousand times but look a thousand times rise
Let not the dark cover his light, but give him the reflection of a child
The wicked one rises, the dark man of promise rides mysteriously. The world rocks
here and there like a drunkard, the way is not clear and the storm is coming!
I try to run away, but in vain. The whole earth is dead, and your people are
scattered. Truth and love is a myth, and time is short. The end is rushing
like a busy town. There is so much confusion in the land.
The future, where shall it lead? And the road where shall it turn. The youth
who shall guide them. And the old, who shall care. The whole land is cold
and gone from you. I fear the results.
Then the voice of the lord answered me and said, write down the dreams of
your sleep. Write what the eyes see and the ears hear. Not all Israel shall bow
but my people are scattered, the remnant of Jacob, the true Israelites.
Stand in the light and do not worry for I am with you.
For not all are jews who say they are Jews and not all are blessed
who have the earth in their hands, the soil and all that dwell on it.
All belong to me, they shall pay me with interest.
I shall reward them with blood and mighty slaps of fire.
I Jehovah shall visit them suddenly and the world will watch
That synagogue of Satan, those cruel Jews will crumble with the heat of fire.
Their enemy will do unto them what they did unto others.
Blood for blood and more blood.
When all this happens eat and drink and merry.
Who shall I see fit to carry up on that day, who shall be lifted above
but only the righteous in Christ
Do not be troubled with iniquity and hypocrisy and all manner of senseless
chattering, for the truth cannot hide. Do not marvel at price-tag preachers
and false prophets who know me not.
Yes
My spirit was moved in me and I shed so many tears. My heart stirred and burned
with such intense fire that made me groan a bitter sweet passion
I suffered many things but the hand of Jehovah was strong.
I did not understand, useless I say. Why have your people sold out?
Why so much evil in your church, Why is the truth hidden and for what crime
is there in love and purity. I shed so many tears.
Murder is the case
The rain is shouting murder, murder!, and the weather men make false predictions
they prophecy magic and sorcery and chanting spells for all
even great and small, the eastern parts are malnurished
For Israel plunders nations and take what is not theirs and rob the earth of its people
they blame their own terror on others
on your very people they point a finger and place a burden
to them I say woe, and triple woes
And to the earth I say run for your life for what is coming soon
For the lord of love and mercy will transform into a man of war and spill much blood
there will be wailing and hunger and much bodies
But the spirit of truth nowhere to be found
I shed so many tears
This is not the place. This is evil. My word which I poured from the wells
of my heart
Your people have become the world, they dont care
Prosperity is their celebrity and profit their game
their harvest is of souls and not truth
their interest is a name and not Jehovah
They do not lift burdens but add brick upon brick
and salvation is no longer your gift, but a price heavy
They sell the earth for a diamond and prostitute the innocent for gain.
The ignorant fall to their knees and follow blind
the masters carry the sheep to slaughter house.
Woe to those who call themselves your people, yes
and bash those who they preach are not your people
woe to those who credit themselves for milking your name, no
and eat up those who they mark as heathens
woe to those who say to keep the laws
but among their earthly garments dwells many flaws
woe to those who claim to have your day
but without love they profit not but throw others away.
For he sees and he shall reason with himself and his creator.
how long have u know me? From before the world
how have u fixed my ways? From birth
Since when have I been a stranger and mystery in this land?
forever
Cause Jehovah is everywhere and is one man, selah
For I reasoned well and here is my conclusion
I will stand tall and will not fall
I need no worldly 'friends' for I never had many
I stayed to myself reserved as a child and played with few
I do not belong to the crowds & have no appetite for fame
and my praise is not of man but of God
and my reward is not of earth but in Heaven
for my wealth is the inner man and silent meditation
and my joy is your holy spirit, tender and warm
and my home is far, but I live in a foreign land
For where do I originate? Is it not the motherland!
And where are my people? Are they not scattered!
And where was I born? Is it not India
yet I will always be a son of Africa.
I endure much forever and ever, selah!
Though I have never seen the land of my parents
you know best
and though I have never climbed the Hills of Rwanda
you carry me in dreams
And though I dont know my culture, you preserve my youth
And though I never spoke the tongue of my father
of my forefathers and their fathers, you remember me
and the promise from generation to generation
For Africa lives in me and the spirit of my ancesters
And Ethiopia is in my heart and I know the secrets
And you exalted my name a holy peculiar name
I am not ashamed of my name
and my ways are your ways, you preserve your own forever.
For the line must continue and the faith reserved
And Ive never bowed or changed the standard
For I am Ethiopia, your very people
was raised a christian but my blood is Islam
My hair is not Sampsons but I live Rastafari
I am more than seperate, I stand alone
and the ancient Lord receives me
Look at my words, do they contradict scripture?
and look at my poems, are they not resemble the image of the prophets
my life, is there blame in my walk and spot in my character
and can the enemy overcome a child of the king, it exhausts him
look at my humility is it my own, really
if these are not enough, go and look at my people far away
come back and tell me the stories
surely the lord is with my people and they are my witness,
and my foundation resides in the hill with birds and cool
and I am of the tribe, but the world cannot see the
mystery
the whole world fears the truth and hides from reality
my people are the truth, Oh Africa! selah,
its time to face reality or be awaken violently
my people are the truth, Oh Africa! selah,
its time to face reality or be awaken violently
Its time to get right with God or suffer judgement
When everything goes down who shall stand
when it all collapses who shall be strong
when prosperity is no more, who shall reign the heart
Wake from sleep cause the end is near and I fear much
Get out of her and save your soul, each his own
I lay hold of my heritage and my rights as a son
and I take possession of what is rightfully mine
my people wrote the Book, selah
and their spirit runs in my veins to this day
and it shall print in my soul forever and ever
and it shall never be copied or be made of no use
but the legacy has been stolen, have mercy
shall I sit and watch the fraud, I am the real
will I not stand and claim my land
have my people not been slaughtered by the enemy
and divided by the serpent of old
will you not follow your sheep to the ends of the earth
forever selah.
For no man has ever rewarded me
and no crowd has ever shouted my name
and no one owns my tongue or purchased my loyality
except the father
And no one can buy me, I am not for sale
nobody tells me what to speak or write
I take sides with no church or people save God
and I follow no other doctrine save the truth
and there is but one way and that is Christ
and I never learned this except the spirit revealed
and no man buys his lot into the church, it must be given
and no man can see except he be returned to a child
There is no condemnation for me and no law, selah
no one has ever seen me but few
but all must marvel at you in me
For ive been rich and been poor in one
I never have abundance of wealth and rich spoils
but I never go hungry a day
I always receive just what I need, selah
But I live in a wicked land and the people are rebels
I share the pain of Lot
How have you kept me clean O God?
How have you preserved me from the dangers of youth
from the errors of a young man
the trap of sensual women and the pipe
From the street life and all manner of evil prey
and from the ways of sin. I marvel!
How have I walked the narrow? Is it not your spirit
O how I have made mistakes not beyond repair
And I do my best.
Lord Knows Ive dealt with my share of Delilahs
the result is heartbreak and pain multiplied
Keep me away from money hungry women
so that I do not spoil myself, please
Help me run when they say sweet things
and let me not stare at the devils magnet in their eyes
If they come east, let me go west
And if they are north, I shall travel south
Except I have your spirit I cannot escape
For how can light and darkness be in the same room
Still how have I come thus far, I wonder
Its you!
For you O God did call me out from them, from wicked ways
you knew me before I claimed your name, you know my ways
you see my heart and you judge my innocence
I grew up before you like a plant, you watered me with love
and height and wisdom and all good things in fear of you
You held me back from the hand of the evil one
you covered me during play and sickness and all manner of evil thing
from the day of my conversion from childhood
You spoke to me and give me dreams, you gave me a pen
and you gave me a gift of Poetry and song
you seperated me before I knew myself and gave me
your holy way, the way of your son, the precious one.
How shall I make my music and what words do I write?
How do I use my gifts to honor instead of gain and wealth
To the people I say have you known the Lord
or is it gossip you feast upon
Do you know the precious one, does he know you
Have you heard his voice or is it the pastors choice
show the microphone and I shall sing songs unknown
and l my poetry books shall leave no page alone
For I am tired of writing let me sing !
But how can I tire of writing, 300 poems I bring
Let Jah come in, let inspiration win
How shall I spend the freedom you give, how
how shall my righteousness exceed that of the leaders
For Pharisees they are, and I live among them. Look how the eagle
stands alone and watches the earth from above the clouds
that is how you have set me apart,
Look how the stars are hidden and fixed in the sky
that is how you isolate me.
For you made me a peculiar child and awkward , a first fruit
I am not like my sibling, but another way
the way of the introvert, the way of thinkers and dreamers
the way of the renegade and the wanderer I travel from birth
the way of the left hand and the curse of such
all the ways that society do not get.
O just look how my steps and manners tell, my quiet ventures
my wilderness journeys are many and my thoughts of you is insanity.
I hate it so much and shed so many tears
if only my tears would bathe away my fears. Im so alone
But the lord said, do not be afraid of evil doers, for lo
I will seperate the truth from the lies and wheat from
the tares. And my sheep will hear my voice and come out from them
and be separated and then the terrible day shall come
and I will surprise the world.
And many shall burn in that day and melt and the confusion
shall be much more than Babel. Sheep shall be sheep and wolf be wolf.
The righteous will be righteous and the ungodly damned
Good or evil all will have to pick a side
But I will always protect my sheep. I am the lord
Be ready.
Yay for Jehovah is my strengh and my light. My morning
and my evening from year to year and season to season
I will rejoice in HIM until the hour of doom.
until the testing day, the final battle for the world
HE is the God of my salvation I know him and he knows me
One day he set me free, selah
I called HIM in my time of trouble and HE came running
I cried to him in my despair and he held ears
HE strengthened me in his time he makes all things beautiful
HE showed himself to me at the right moment, selah
HE stamps me with seven and it follows me everywhere
Nobody touches me or lays a finger on me for fear
I sleep with doors open and walk without doubt
The storm does not catch me awake, I no not the time of its passing
he is my friend because he so loved me. a thousand favors
I boast in the name of the lord and do dance and sing
in quiet spiritual songs and silent meditations I pray
I write my poems filled with the wine of heaven
and my thoughts are rich without want of toil
In HIM im a soldier, will thug to the very ends
he lends to me and a thousand blessing he sends.
I know peace and joy and calm rest. May the lord be praised
until that day. May his own be strong and faithful forever
amen.
When everything goes down who shall stand
when it all collapses who shall be strong
when prosperity is no more, who shall reign the heart
Wake from sleep cause the end is near and I fear much
Get out of her and save your soul, each his own
I lay hold of my heritage and my rights as a son
and I take possession of what is rightfully mine
my people wrote the Book, selah
and their spirit runs in my veins to this day
and it shall print in my soul forever and ever
and it shall never be copied or be made of no use
but the legacy has been stolen, have mercy
shall I sit and watch the fraud, I am the real
will I not stand and claim my land
have my people not been slaughtered by the enemy
and divided by the serpent of old
will you not follow your sheep to the ends of the earth
forever selah.
For no man has ever rewarded me
and no crowd has ever shouted my name
and no one owns my tongue or purchased my loyality
except the father
And no one can buy me, I am not for sale
nobody tells me what to speak or write
I take sides with no church or people save God
and I follow no other doctrine save the truth
and there is but one way and that is Christ
and I never learned this except the spirit revealed
and no man buys his lot into the church, it must be given
and no man can see except he be returned to a child
There is no condemnation for me and no law, selah
no one has ever seen me but few
but all must marvel at you in me
For ive been rich and been poor in one
I never have abundance of wealth and rich spoils
but I never go hungry a day
I always receive just what I need, selah
But I live in a wicked land and the people are rebels
I share the pain of Lot
How have you kept me clean O God?
How have you preserved me from the dangers of youth
from the errors of a young man
the trap of sensual women and the pipe
From the street life and all manner of evil prey
and from the ways of sin. I marvel!
How have I walked the narrow? Is it not your spirit
O how I have made mistakes not beyond repair
And I do my best.
Lord Knows Ive dealt with my share of Delilahs
the result is heartbreak and pain multiplied
Keep me away from money hungry women
so that I do not spoil myself, please
Help me run when they say sweet things
and let me not stare at the devils magnet in their eyes
If they come east, let me go west
And if they are north, I shall travel south
Except I have your spirit I cannot escape
For how can light and darkness be in the same room
Still how have I come thus far, I wonder
Its you!
For you O God did call me out from them, from wicked ways
you knew me before I claimed your name, you know my ways
you see my heart and you judge my innocence
I grew up before you like a plant, you watered me with love
and height and wisdom and all good things in fear of you
You held me back from the hand of the evil one
you covered me during play and sickness and all manner of evil thing
from the day of my conversion from childhood
You spoke to me and give me dreams, you gave me a pen
and you gave me a gift of Poetry and song
you seperated me before I knew myself and gave me
your holy way, the way of your son, the precious one.
How shall I make my music and what words do I write?
How do I use my gifts to honor instead of gain and wealth
To the people I say have you known the Lord
or is it gossip you feast upon
Do you know the precious one, does he know you
Have you heard his voice or is it the pastors choice
show the microphone and I shall sing songs unknown
and l my poetry books shall leave no page alone
For I am tired of writing let me sing !
But how can I tire of writing, 300 poems I bring
Let Jah come in, let inspiration win
How shall I spend the freedom you give, how
how shall my righteousness exceed that of the leaders
For Pharisees they are, and I live among them. Look how the eagle
stands alone and watches the earth from above the clouds
that is how you have set me apart,
Look how the stars are hidden and fixed in the sky
that is how you isolate me.
For you made me a peculiar child and awkward , a first fruit
I am not like my sibling, but another way
the way of the introvert, the way of thinkers and dreamers
the way of the renegade and the wanderer I travel from birth
the way of the left hand and the curse of such
all the ways that society do not get.
O just look how my steps and manners tell, my quiet ventures
my wilderness journeys are many and my thoughts of you is insanity.
I hate it so much and shed so many tears
if only my tears would bathe away my fears. Im so alone
But the lord said, do not be afraid of evil doers, for lo
I will seperate the truth from the lies and wheat from
the tares. And my sheep will hear my voice and come out from them
and be separated and then the terrible day shall come
and I will surprise the world.
And many shall burn in that day and melt and the confusion
shall be much more than Babel. Sheep shall be sheep and wolf be wolf.
The righteous will be righteous and the ungodly damned
Good or evil all will have to pick a side
But I will always protect my sheep. I am the lord
Be ready.
Yay for Jehovah is my strengh and my light. My morning
and my evening from year to year and season to season
I will rejoice in HIM until the hour of doom.
until the testing day, the final battle for the world
HE is the God of my salvation I know him and he knows me
One day he set me free, selah
I called HIM in my time of trouble and HE came running
I cried to him in my despair and he held ears
HE strengthened me in his time he makes all things beautiful
HE showed himself to me at the right moment, selah
HE stamps me with seven and it follows me everywhere
Nobody touches me or lays a finger on me for fear
I sleep with doors open and walk without doubt
The storm does not catch me awake, I no not the time of its passing
he is my friend because he so loved me. a thousand favors
I boast in the name of the lord and do dance and sing
in quiet spiritual songs and silent meditations I pray
I write my poems filled with the wine of heaven
and my thoughts are rich without want of toil
In HIM im a soldier, will thug to the very ends
he lends to me and a thousand blessing he sends.
I know peace and joy and calm rest. May the lord be praised
until that day. May his own be strong and faithful forever
amen.
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