Religious Versus Jesus

Religious Versus Jesus

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

It's funny how "Christians" call you super religious

 Just because your life is so focused on Jesus.

 You see, I lost everything that I thought was important to me,

Yet I gained so much more walking into that mysterious door.

 It made me realize that this life ain't truly worth living

 If I'm sitting around thinking 

About my selfish reasons for sinning...

And it ain't truly freedom if I'm still not changed,

 Yet I'm allowing myself to be chained..to sin.

 Really seriously now, ponder what I'm saying.

 What's the point of life if I ain't livin?

 You see, I'm actually glad that I lost everything because now there's nothing in between...

Him and me. 

Nothing holding me back. 

Nothing getting me off track. 

So if this is the definitive for religious and legalistic..

Then your superlatives are wrong,

 Cuz homie, your definitions should be strong.

 I promote being logical, lyrical, and original.

 I don't promote being...

 Heretical

 And a foundation ain't conditioned if it's shaky

And honey, if that's your definition then your definitions are definitely gettin quaky.

Throwback

Throwback

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

#Throwback to a time when

Wrinkles and lines belonged in your clothes

 And when the only thing that you would have blown..is your nose..and dandelions,

 When starting over meant beginning with...A-B-C...

When watch out for that weed meant it was in the middle of grass,

 Not something that you'd see in your boyfriend's hands,

 Pressuring you...

When recess meant you got to go and play your little heart away,

Not when it meant a period of time when activity in a court of law...

Stops. 

Slow down.

 There once was a time when we wished to be older,

But now that the world spun...

And it's gotten colder

Do we wish that we could have taken a nap on mother's shoulders...
Instead we take the world upon our own shoulders...

 And this is why our Heavenly Father...

Tells us to receive the kingdom of God like a little child

Full of life discovering new wonders,

 Innocent, and pure.

(The First Grade)

We Live

We Live

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

We live in a land where consequences for your actions 

Is "persecution",

Telling the truth is 

"Accusation",

And who you are is 

"Speculation" from people who merely read what you write.

We live in a land where "love" is infatuation,

Where a woman's "not" pregnant at conception

Despite its definition,

Where saying sorry is meaningless defiant

"Reparation".

We live in a land where if something's not perfect,

It results in abolition,

Where big boobs, a big butt, and a tiny waist

Is viewed as "perfection",

And where caring about somebody's heart

Is nothing but a preconceived notion.

We live in a land where the world wide web

Is a huge, ugly, steel door for pornographic imaginations,

Where "love" is only a quick and fleeting sensation,

And where relationships have no healthy expectations.

We live in a land where we don't even follow our own constitution,

Where our freedom of speech is conditioned,

Especially if you're a Christian.

We live in a land where the church has become the epitome

Of selfish devotion,

Where helping the needy has really become "stagnation",

And where the church doesn't even know the meaning of Jesus's resurrection. 

We live in a land where very few things see consummation,

Where there's few that actually know the meaning of consecration,

And where so many people quit this walk 

Because of condemnation.

We live in a land where condemnation is confused with conviction,

Where we don't have to work out our salvation,

And where people don't have the encouragement to change

Because of excommunication.

We live in a land where -

Well you get the point.

What is the point of this life..

That we live if not for a greater purpose..

To rise above the status quo..

And put a stop to this.

What is the point if not to reject what we've learned

And accept more of what our Creator knows?

His promise.

There's A Price To Pay

There's A Price To Pay

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

We all do what we've got to do to survive.

Truthfully it doesn't matter if we live or if we die..

Because if we don't die today

We might die tomorrow

And if we don't pray.. 

Then a bullet could be the price of our persona..

Or selling bad weed

At least it would be in the streets

While the price of a broke father of five is his worrying and anxiety

Being the possibility..

Of an OD.

While the price of an actress not getting naked in front of 

And off of the screen..

Is that all of her bank accounts..freeze.

Well I'm here today to tell you that the wages you make

Can never pay the price of sin.

Murderers, drug dealers, meth addicts

Jesus paid the price for all them.

The jealous, the impatient,

The zealous that don't match the heart of heaven

The haters, the players, the racists..

The complacent He died for all of them.

But the consequences for our sin

Will never add up to what He did.

And if He shed His blood and

Popped veins

So that we would be allowed to remain in the

Very things that caused Him pain

Then wouldn't you say...His death was all in vain?

Dancing With Demons

Dancing With Demons

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

At the club dancin with demons.

Would you be dancin with yo booty up on Jesus?

It's a vivid image.

I know.

It should be makin you cringe.

I know.

You were made for beauty.

Instead you're quenching the thirsty -

Twerking -

It's one of the worst.

Shakin yo booty ain't gonna to get yo booty into heaven,

Inert.

Why you flirtin

With the enemy?

He's a coy little smile watchin,

Sayin cheese.

Well girl, do it like sweet brown and run fo yo life.

There's a fire and you ain't just gonna be burning for the night.

We all fighting in the world for purity.

And you ain't be fightin' right if you're of the world promoting promiscuity.

I can guaran-tee one of you is offended with me.

But I'd rather be real than pretend -

Ya know what I mean?

Honey - You know I'm all for originality.

But you're still - initiating

Every stimulus - you're intimating subliminally

Just happens to be the same

Call-me-lame.

It ain't sexy.

Talkin' Jamie Fox ya-boy

You think you fox-y 

Talkin about shawtys disrespectfully.

There blamin it on the alcohol

Well I'm here with real cannonballs

Knockin down your walls-call it

Truth.

Whatchoo talkin 'bout?

Willis thinkin you the illest

But your girl here keepin it the trillest.

You blamin it on the alcohol when you're the one puttin it in yo mouth.

The truth came in and the truth came out.

Jason Deru- Who?

I'll tell you what you do.

Look to the one and only Author of truth.

Now ya can't blame me for staying silent

Cuz I'm spreadin the truth kinda like a virus.

Synthetic Love

Synthetic Love

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

It was the summer of 2000 whatever when I was wrapped in a blanket of synthetic love.

I had known that real love was wrapped in swaddling clothes..lying in a manger.

But this kind of blanket birthed a stranger to it.

I didn't see that this blanket was fabricated

By lies and manipulation,

Dedicated constantly to seeing me come to the end of my rope,

Dedicated to pushing and shoving me so that I'd lose all of my hope..

Even if it meant tattooing a name on me - hypocrite.

Yet the next day supposedly God's grace was sufficient,

And it really only applied to it..

In every relationship.

I became weak.

I heard of intoxicating love,

But I was intoxicated by drugs at the end of the week.

So much pressure on every side of me that somehow freedom was too far off,

Because I had forgotten my worth

With every single abusive word.

It was not too long after being freed from that

That synthetic love decided to come back in a new form.

It wrapped me up again,

Reminiscing wanting to play pretend.

It really took God uncovering all that He needed to mend

For me not to think and feel obligated..

To bend over backwards to please synthetic love,

That real love

Hanging up on that cross,

Rich in mercy

Made me fearfully..

Intricately.

Forgiveness Like A Crown

Forgiveness Like A Crown

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I know that I have forgiven

When the tightness in my chest loosens

And the substance of my heart softens..

Towards that person.

I know that I have forgiven

When I realize that we're all human

No matter how wicked

And when forgiveness..does not mean revenge

But me leaving them in my Father's hands
To avenge

And that my hand..

Will not touch them.

So that I don't sow discord among the brethren.

I know that I've forgiven

When I realize my own flaws 

And disobedience to the law of holiness,

When I realize that I'm a mess

And I need Him to desperately heal my brokenness,

And reteach me about what trust is.

I know that I've forgiven

When I learn that I am worth it,

Repentance,

Forgiveness..

Like a crown.

Drown me now

In Your grace.
Come, let Your love abound.

Carry Us

Carry Us

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Is there an end to this season?

Maybe one day we'll find out the reason,

But I don't dare to count this as the fifth year

Because I hold onto hope that maybe,

Just maybe the end is near.

So..until then
We're all learning now that we don't lap up what others spill;

But that we wait for what God reveals.

Holy Spirit bear witness.

Bring us discernment

Of these words, words, words.

Bring us all into one accord

While we pray

And supplicate.

Separate..the lies from the truth

In our hearts

And start a great healing among us.

Keep the violation far from our memory

And carry..us far..far away from stagnation

By furthering us along on the road of salvation.

Cry Of My Heart

Cry Of My Heart

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Until I reach the promise land

Don't..let go of my hand

Mold me into an iron band

So many temptations I will withstand..

Because of You.

Do you see me here..

Drawing near..

Crying deep oceans,

Tears yearning for more devotion,

Bearing past all my emotions

I keep perse-vering through..

Holding onto You..

 I praise..You past the pain

Because of the sovereignty of Your reign..

Waiting here in the rain..

I'm kneeling amazed.

So come while I wade in the water..

Come and cleanse Your daughter

Come hell or high water

Make me bold like a martyr..
And continue..to author my steps.
 

It's Okay To Cry

It's Okay To Cry

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

God knows every tear you've already cried,

The reason why,

The pain you've tried so hard to hide.

He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows the feelings you've tried to subside,

The trauma that you've internalized,

Every single escape from Him that you've tried.

Honey, He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows every feeling of worthlessness stemming from your insecurities,

Every heartbeat stolen by your anxiety,

Every yearn and plead for some security.

He knows.

It's okay to cry.

He knows your feelings of inferiority,

The places of your vulnerability,

The deepest cries of your heart that want to experience purity.

Honey, He knows.

It's okay to cry.

So fall to your knees desperately,

Cry out earnestly,

Sing a song expressing your calamity,

And raise your hands in honesty

Then praise the God Almighty

And brace yourself!

Because you're about to feel..FREE!

Lonely Hearts

Lonely Hearts

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

At night when we're laying in bed

 Staring up at the ceiling,

A blank canvas

In a room full of loneliness,

In the day when we're shopping for what to dress in next,

Whatever others think looks best,

Our bodies being another canvas

To address,

When we arrive home to a meaningless kiss,

Some experiencing the weight of heartlessness,

From being selfishly undressed

Causing us to think that we're not worth the respect,

Or when we go out with friends

Trying to mend or depend on them,

Causing us to remember a deep sea of forgetfulness..

When we shouldn't

Or how about when we see our family on Christmas,

Faking a smile when we're really depressed

Yet our focus is on striving to impress..whoever shows up at the door next

And by that time we've learned how to suppress it.

Well what if I told you an addiction to approval and attention

From external things and obligations

Won't fill your emptiness?

That only Jesus can fill the void of your aloneness?

Because truth is..

We all will pass away:

People, places, things

So it is only to our Saviour, the King of Kings that we cling.

Promising Humility

Promising Humility

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Christianity shouldn't be a race towards

Popularity.

Where some of our ministries..

Are looking more like idolatry

And becoming a series of don't s

Where the world just looks at us and says, "I won't,"

Because our don't s..

Are focusing on ourselves to be perfect..

When we're human...imperfect

Which is why Jesus was resurrect..

So He could direct

Our paths that don't lead to foolish pride

And haughty eyes

That will ultimately lead us to fleshy lies

That we can do it on our own.

Did we forget about the One seated on the throne?

We've become plucked from grace 

By sitting in that place of thinking,

Running the race of dreaming

About that popularity

Instead of humility.

So that whole living holy is really based on strategy

Instead of depending 

On the Holy Spirit to do work.

We're pretending to be right in the midst of our dirt.

Pride.

I've said it before.

It's suicide.

We should have one focus:

That's HIM.

And one last thing..

It's interim.

God's True Grace

God's True Grace

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

 

 

God's grace is sufficient..

But there's a point

In which

God hands people over to their wickedness.

 

Allegedly they're handed over to their own frigidness

Because they decided..

To despise..

The warnings of the wise.

 

It's one thing to struggle..

And another thing to juggle

With sin..

And to twist grace to deceive many men.

 

It's one thing to fall..

And another thing to be immersed in it all

With no remorse

Or change of course.

 

Especially when grace is used as an excuse..

To misuse, accuse, and abuse..

And curse...

The innocent in an instant

 

As well as confuse infants

With fake brilliance.

Let's make it our mission..

To be in submission to Jesus Christ.

And recognize flaws and faults..

From the false.



The Reality of Innocence

The Reality of Innocence

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Murder capital.

Sin city.

This was around when I was 

Twenty. 

Ha.

Arrested in Flint for a crime I didn't commit -

At least this time..

 A crime..that I didn't commit.

So much injustice..

In a city of violence

This time..

I was innocent.

Later my case was dismissed.

But I want to tell you about the experience.

Betrayed.

By somebody who was supposed to love me.

But all I could think of was that

Some of these prisoners were more free

Than the people you see..

Walking on the streets.

Some of the police..

Were missing their hearts

While some of these prisoners had missing body parts.

And when I say they were missing their hearts

What I really meant was..

 That their hearts were brutally dark.

Mocked.

By men in uniforms

And I surely..don't mean

Orange..ones.

But by men and women with badges that they supposedly..earned.

Who were still given grace if they could only learn..

To accept it..

And to stop rejecting it.

If they could only learn to see..

That they were no better than anybody.

In cuffs

While I was waiting to see the judge

All I could think of was the man hanging up on the cross -

Jesus.

He was betrayed by the people he walked among..

The very people that he still died for..

To love.

The ONLY innocent man who was hung upon a tree

Gave me peace.

You are my child - protected by the blood.

All things I have worked together for your own good.

You are called according to my purpose and you've got to

Forget those who are still being remorseless.

Forgive and forget the pompous.

Move on because you deserve..

Love.

Move on..

Because I have something greater.

Someone who is faithful.

Not only..

Faithful..

To you, but faithful..

To me.

The Image of Transparency

The Image of Transparency

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

You all up on here carin' about your image like Cain

While I'm just doing damage with the transparency of what I say.

I ain't perfect.

I make mistakes.

But you just on here tryin' to imitate..

The world

With the words you spill 

And the poison you hurl on Saturday nights.

That's what I used to be like

But now on Sunday mornings I learn to be like,

Love like Christ

Instead of loving like those one stand nights.

I'm new.

Let me tell you

It wasn't worth it when the night was through.

Love with no attachments led to other people's misjudgments about me.

Slut, hoe, whore.

Well with that night I thought I won..

The heart of the man who I adored 

In place of the innocent lamb who I ignored..

Swapped..

For a man in a mask,

A man who played around like it was an important task.

Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.
Had another and didn't love her.

Spiritual maturity like a nursery rhyme,
Recognized, realized, and brought into the light.
I was confused.
Heard so many "God bless you's."
Which "god" are you talking about!?
For the first time in my life I started to doubt
What I really knew -
The truth.
Yet the one and only God pulled me out.
I was blind, but now I can see
The ugliness of deceit.

Let this be a lesson.
Not of defeat,
But of victory and freedom..
Because He was watching over me.
Protected by the blood..
From
Wolves in sheep masks.
Always declare, "Let there be light" and ask..
For discernment,
What a beautiful, beautiful adornment.

The Warfare of Words

 The Warfare of Words

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

He sent down His Son.
Choose the blood.
Receive His love
And put down your selfish ambitions,
Ugly traditions.

And pick up your cross
So you can lead the lost
And not lead them astray
For your own display of blame.
Choose real change.
Repent from the lies that lead them to shame,

That cause them to lose everything.

And even if you succeed
When they fall to their knees
The trees will hold them up
Because it's in God that they trust,

Not lust.
Not money.
Not words that drip like honey

Which actually sting like a scorpion...
Factually, their words become like a ROAR of a lion.

Their prayers..are now burning with fire.
Their shields protect them from evil desires.
And as the end keeps drawing near
They fight with faith instead of fear.

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This Is My Battle Cry

This Is My Battle Cry

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I pray against any assignment of the enemy.

Devil, you have NO authority.

This is my battle cry and I will not back down.

You have one choice: to turn around.

Because I'M team JESUS.

Your attacks are NO match.

I murdered my flesh,

A common trend for those who are prepared,

not to walk in the snare..of your deceit

And I know now that whatever I'm facing doesn't end in defeat.

I choose to walk with Jesus

On a daily basis

And let Him guide my feet to the cross..

Condemnation lost and redemption WON.

That's how I know MY redeemer LIVES.

Now I'M making war.

Ephesians 6:12 - "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places."

Peace Through Persecution

Peace Through Persecution

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Thank You, God that even in my dreams

You can renew my mind to find..

Forgiveness and peace 

Through persecution..

That attribution..

Goes to You.

Honestly, my flesh wants prosecution.

Then I was reminded..Your love was restitution of my worth..

Now here's a word..

For those who are hurting..

Or even those who are burdening:

God's Word and opinion is the only valid one concerning.

It might not bother you in the beginning,

But don't let the constant jabbing..

Move you,

Instead move forward towards the One who is true.

You see yesterday I might have let it get to me.

I'm human, but I won't listen to my enemies.

Because I realize your enemy..

Will never listen completely.

Don't Turn Back Now

Don't Turn Back Now

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

You think that bump in the road means you should turn back,

That being too tired to fix your flat tire..means you should turn back,

That a wrong turn..because you weren't assertive means you should turn back,

That running out of gas..means you should turn back.

Well that bump was to get your attention

 That you have my affirmation though the road would not be easy.

You see you were starting to get a little lazy

To do the things you were supposed to do

Because you were too busy worrying about how I'd do it through..you.

And maybe that wrong turn was to remind you to yearn for me

To do those things

Instead of you trying to do it yourself,

To refuel you, look to me instead of depending upon yourself.

It's fear that tells you to turn back,

To get you on the beaten path,

A road where most will get lost in the what ifs of their thoughts.

If you don't decide to turn back know that I'll be your guide.

All you have to do is give me control and let go of your pride.

Either way I will love you and you're always welcome to come back.

Just remember all you'd have to do is turn back.

Until Then

Until Then

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I can't wait for the day

Oh my soul You'll take..

 Away from this cold, dark place.

I am Yours and You are mine

And I can't wait to see the fullness of love divine,

But sometimes the things I ask you to remove..

Are the very things You've meant for me to walk through

So I can be refined in the fire 

Of the Holy Spirit

So that I not only have the desire..

I can live it..

To bring others to You

By sharing what I've gone through.

So Father, help me to be wise,

Not in my own eyes.

But save me from the pride..

Of strife.

Even when others are wrong it is YOU who's right.

I don't have to defend myself because You are my defender..

My rights I surrender.

I render it all to You

Because I know You..

Will indicate I am worth it

And vindicate me as You see fit.