KJLH has opened up the programming to let local churches in at various times during the week. World reknowned Bishop Noel Jones has a new show on the Radio Station called “Real Talk.”
The party is over; the host is vehemently displeased.
My invitations have been revoked, but I’ve been eager to leave.
False doctrine contrived
to ensnare my dreams.
No longer do I value
what worldliness achieves.
No longer will I wallow
in utter disgust.
No longer am I congruent
with Biblical mistrust.
No longer am I gullible
or susceptible to fear.
No longer will I turn
and pretend not to hear.
No longer will I step
on my own two feet.
No longer will I accept
illusions of defeat.
No longer will I embrace
eyes unwilling to see.
No longer will I endorse
sabotaging those like me.
No longer will I sa?vor
Indulging in shame.
No longer do I crave
those addicted to pain.
No longer will I preserve
banquets of blame.
No longer do I thirst
for temporary gain.
No longer will I walk
by man-made designs.
No longer will I hide,
what’s destined to shine.
That party is over.
Before the devise, It’s over;
Before the disguise, It’s over.
Before we arrive, it’s over.
Before the feast on the young, it’s over
Before the unveiling of all eyes,
it’s over.
No matter how it has, or
will been done….the party is over!
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The party is over; the host is vehemently displeased.
My invitations have been revoked, but I’ve been eager to leave.
False doctrine contrived
to ensnare my dreams.
No longer do I value
what worldliness achieves.
No longer will I wallow
in utter disgust.
No longer am I congruent
with Biblical mistrust.
No longer am I gullible
or susceptible to fear.
No longer will I turn
and pretend not to hear.
No longer will I step
on my own two feet.
No longer will I accept
illusions of defeat.
No longer will I embrace
eyes unwilling to see.
No longer will I endorse
sabotaging those like me.
No longer will I sa?vor
Indulging in shame.
No longer do I crave
those addicted to pain.
No longer will I preserve
banquets of blame.
No longer do I thirst
for temporary gain.
No longer will I walk
by man-made designs.
No longer will I hide,
what’s destined to shine.
That party is over.
Before the devise, It’s over;
Before the disguise, It’s over.
Before we arrive, it’s over.
Before the feast on the young, it’s over
Before the unveiling of all eyes,
it’s over.
No matter how it has, or
will been done….the party is over!
By: Diamond R. Hart. 2/23/10