Stranger In New York, by Jeffrey Kennebrew Subscribe to rss feed for Jeffrey Kennebrew

One day while walking down Lennox Avenue
I noticed a particularly aggrivated looking brother
It was August in New York 
This day was hotter than most others
He had a milk crate in one hand
A bible in the other
I said to myself what's eating this brotha
As if being guided by some internal gps
he walked looking left and right
then he dropped the crate
stepped upon it
blood red eyes vaporizing everyone he looked at
He searched the crowd
then out of his mouth spewed the most heartfelt surmon I've
ever heard a man preach
He spoke salvation
Saving the nation
The meaning of God's creation
and eternal damnation
He looked like Al Green
could this be Al Green
The grit hot soul singer
you know who I mean
He had the aura of an angel or something otherworldly
He moved me and many others
For before I knew it the crowd had grown to many
His energy defied the heat
Froze the street
and had a beat
I've heard one ought to be careful because you can never
tell when your in the company of an angel
I will never forget that day
I don't know who I saw
we are living in the age of aquarius
and maybe unbeknownst to us
Jesus walks....
Jesus walks....
Jesus walks....
Copyright 2012 Jazzi Black
Posted: 2012-04-23 16:46:10 UTC

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