Gods King & His Breaker

He was given thorns, I was given briers

Authority in this day, we were given prior

He was given mystery, I was given choirs

Prophecy to speak as the chaff is given fire

We were once blind, he kicked against the pricks

We both build the house while strict against bricks.

Temples both annointed, vessels of his choice

I speak the same from the vessel of his voice

He stands on the right, a fir tree in presence

A sure evergreen, Im a Myrtle tree in essence

We both serve God, he’s the king, I’m the breaker

He relays the wisdom, that I sing to the Maker

We both gather chosen from the four winds of heaven

The princes of the Lord who were treated less than peasants

Giving water for your souls, it’s indeed a refreshment

My birth stone is 12th, among angels he’s the 7th