The pressure of a Man from a Torah less culture

Living but dead and surrounded by vultures

Striving for perfection to lead a leaderless race

Only to get sorrow, failure and spittle in your face

To marry in a marriage that could have been right

Only to be a victim in a victimless fight

To be adored in security, hailed a father of light

Then made to be hell on a low coming night

The seed of your loins you raised up from day one

The efforts of protection from a father to his sons

The struggle of health and mentality for your house

The Spirit of your breath seems nigh to running out

Your wife says she loves you, but only in joy

A Hebrew helpmate disguised to kill and destroy

A Priest indeed, teaching a Torah of Truth

Only to find that the spear has stabbed you

To wake one day from the slumber of your sleep

And never see your seeds that you harvest and reap

To be stripped of your rights like cattle on paper

And never see your children not even 3 years later

Accused of things in a court of law

A verdict being made by things they never saw

A priestess indeed, your number one fan

Now shows up against you in the arms of another man

The light that you once shined for the whole world to see

Was douched with the dust of open adultery

Everyone is looking and nodding their head

Saying the leader who lived but whose house is now dead

you try to be strong and keep going on

But soon wear out, because something is wrong

They took your sons,  for you to never see again

And the lady of Sin, through the courtroom wins

And why is that, to the Justice system we cater

Who only sees the father as a chattel peace of paper

Who cares less for right and protects the wrong

And yet never cares for what is really going on

A family who laughs when they see a man hurt

And backs the wrong things, what could possibly be worst

Bankrupt and helpless because you were all along a slave

Trapped by a system who pre-meditated your grave

The Creator who lives and sees us below

Seems to not care or even really know

Allows your fate with no mercy at all

The death poem of a Priest whose surely about to fall

You're always sick from frustration and pain

You long for water and that’s when it never rains

You think every day about those whom you love

You pray for their return to the almighty up above

But lo and behold your faith is getting low

Your anointing is getting shallow, your zeal very slow

Your focus is gone and you dream every night

Where are your sons, are they alright

What did you do so bad to be stabbed in your heart

A man with strength whose now torn completely apart

Perhaps it was lack of Spirit, the Ruwach Qodesh

Not understanding the role of the woman of holiness

Perhaps its lack of Truth, that you so honestly tried to live

Perhaps you just didn’t have all the necessary means to give

Perhaps you were not good enough no matter how hard you tried

Perhaps your vision wasn’t worthy and you deserved to have been lied

Thoughts and tears flow through your heart each day

Why oh why were your own kids taken away

You thought it took two parents to make up and raise a child

But it only takes "one" in court, that is the "first one" who files

  With no support, but wounds in and out

With a frail soul and spirit depressed and in doubt

With thoughts of horror and just ending it all

Never expecting that this is the day you would fall

No longer are you noticed or that your name is heard

Only  to be thought of as a proverb and byword

You look all around you and see the fate of the world

The value that has lost the beauty of the pearl

There’s nothing you can do, nothing more can you say

But raise the white flag and turn and go away

So finally you breathe deep and the lights shine on you once more

"Lady’s and gentlemen", you say, "I’m now closing the door

Sorry I could not help you or lead you the right way

I can’t even be a father so what more can I say

I wish you all the best and peace in your life

But my soul is dead, from the stab of an emotional knife"

When you struggle each day, to erase the memory

Only to find your dreams having you toss and turn in your sleep

The stress has you sick, from a sad broken mind

fighting against a system, that robs the peace you try to find 

Its depressing to live with what has happened to my sons and me

missing them soo much can be very frustrating

Sometimes Its hard to minister with this burden on my heart

Seems the more I try to be whole the more I fall apart

But I fight with my faith, praying to the Eternal Father and Mother

Teaching family values to my hebrew sister and brother

making a difference in others who have been hurt just like me

establishing the Vision; The Israelite Torah Covenant Community

Re-Accepting my anointing, and my purpose that i once hurled

understanding the test that prepared me to help save this World

Building a future with a hope for all Nations

Healed by Yahwahs Spirit, raised by their revelations

The silence is great, the shock is much

Ears are tickled, hearts are touched

You give One Last tear, the last of your piece

But this is not the end of a fallen Young Priest?

There will never be an end to this Standing Young Priest!!!!!!