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Remembrance of my juvenescence moments as a child,
I began to realize my calling as a black male.
Raised from the hood as a black ghetto boy who lived in poverty...
My intellect outwitted my age,
even though there was alot of abhorrent things I've done in the past.
My Mepa and Mema taught me how to pray,
and gracious for grandparents.
Stricken by poverty,
I excelled in reading and writing.
My daddy wasn't in my life,
but raised by a deacon and my Ma.
In elementary and middle school brawling was my skill,
and fighting made me feel strong.
Sports was my cue,
and wasn't just a scribe but was involved in physical activity.
Recalling childhood moments in Baltimore Maryland where I got ran over by a car,
but I'm not dead.
Jumped by ten ghetto black males that almost killed me in Florida...
there is Johnson blood in my dna.
It was the grace of God that kept me,
but it doesn't end there.
I used to want to become a preacher;
and the knowledge gained from studying the mosaic books,
and the insight attained from scrutinizing the new testament;
I felt like Paul who once was Saul, and began to ponder the Pharisaism life.
Knowing that Jesus wants to use me...
but stubbornness,
and resisting my calling which I'm still running from.
The feeling of abandonment...
there was love lacking in my parents house.
Filled with gall pondering why other kids had it easy;
when me and my kinfolk struggled.
Recall busting my head open with blood gushing in the shower...
almost died because majority of my blood was leaking,
but God kept me alive once again.
In this incident I was brought to the hospital to get stitches on my head...
and this is the reason my hair flourishes and grows so quick;
and why I decide to keep my afro and cherish my hair.
Nothing but God kept me,
and was suppose to be dead but it doesn't end there.
The gift within me made rehoboth...
the spirit of discernment and gift of prophecy made room bringing me before great men.
The adversary seeked to destroy me,
but I'm a Johnson with authority and power.
Thriving was necessary,
and it seemed like life itself hit me hard.
As a black child scribbling and working out was my profession.
The weights was pressed to release my anger, and I began using full strength pressing;
while pondering why other people had a easier life.
Graduated high school at age 17,
but the smile behind my face are scars.
Got kicked out my parents house 3x, and they wouldn't allow me back in...
but Jesus still had a place prepared for me.
My own kinfolk would smirk in my face and laugh at my humiliation,
but as a Johnson I'm a survivor.
They thought I wouldn't be succesful and didn't want me to go to college,
but I attended trade and got some college.
I'm sugarcoating nothing.
My stepdad which is a deacon...
me, my bigger brotha, and sister disliked him for the hell he put us through.
Truth is my Ma chose her husband over her 4 children,
which is why we felt abandoned.
There was a annoyance in the house,
and I knew light couldn't mix with darkness.
My kinfolk despised the annoting over my life, and they couldn't take me knowing my word.
Father figure I grew up without him,
but my daddy genes made me who I am.
Judged by people who couldn't last a day in my shoes,
only if they were on my level they wouldn't have sitnah.
New level there's always a new devil,
but the word hidden in my heart became a light to my path.
The nicolaitans encountered...
I began marvelling why mad deacons were ordained.
The struggles are prepping me for my future.
My vision is to become a pastor,
but it doesn't end there.
Mepa my grandpa would always say, "do you feel like God is calling you to be a minister?"
And my response was...
a inspired teacher who has the ministerial spirit who ministers.
Taken up a minister's class at a church,
but didn't complete the 6 weeks because my kinfolk hated the annoiting.
As said before light can't mix with darkness.
As a black man I realized the annoiting over my life.
Ain't sugarcoating but giving the truth,
because the truth will set me free.
Maturing as a black man;
and the lessons learned from my adolescent childhood.
I will be succesful,
and a advocate by sharing the gospel.
God existed before the Earth and Heavens were created.
Sometimes we think, how did God come to existence?
We know God is the creator, yet trying to understand him existing is beyond our thought.
Scrutinizing through the sky and land, we see the works of God.
His small voice we hear, still and calm.
Sometimes we try to backslide from him, but he pulls us back to him.
Trying to run away from our calling, and we still hear that small voice.
We can not deny his existence, because he just existed.
Do you hear God calling you?
God is telling you to exist, and do his will.
I am that I am
I am strong and courageous
I wonder about my future
I hear a dove's cry
I see a world inhabited by living creatures
I want to become a great leader someday
I am that I am

I pretend not to notice my adversaries
I feel an angel's touch
I touch the very atmosphere
I worry about how people live their life
I cry when my best friend dies
I am that I am

I understand my purpose in life
I say I must fufill that purpose in life
I dream for peace in this world
I try to not like this world
I hope success in my life
I am that I am
God set angels in this earth realm for refuge.
The Lord is in them, so be careful how you treat them.
Did you not know, they know more than the smartest humans?
Have you heard, their power is unlimited?
Angering them is like angering God.
They know your conversations, and God knows your messing with his angel.
So intellectual, you begin marvelling about their well-being.
God will not tolerate you treacherously talking about them.
Your not only provoking them, your angering God.
Love is perfect, wanting nothing.
Love does not inflict damage, but it recovers.
Love comes from the internal, the inside of the heart.
Love is precious, it is greater than emeralds.
Love teaches, and does not bring damnation.
Love cherishes their neighbors, and is not easily provoked.
Love is of God.
The more we rise, the higher the level.
The higher we go, the more adversaries we have.
As we climb the elevator, we deal with more thorns in our flesh.
Being elevated to a new level early will utterly destroy if we are not ready.
Rising levels is when we deal with more wicked spirits.
The level is elevated, so now we use more discernment.
Advancing as we climb the staircase, we grief more.
Rising levels is just a test... to see how much faith we have.
There are those called undercover angels.
They have a certain role to play apart in life.
Noticing their abilities is something we see as a gift.
Full of energy with enthusiasm, and surrounding others...
Looking after lost souls that need to see the light.
Missions they have, and to complete them is a need.
They can easily condemn, but they use their wisdom to save.
Be careful the way you treat people...
you might have provoked your unnoticed angel.

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