My name is Jibrīl,

And it’s Arabic, so people often mistake me for a Muslim,

But the truth is that I used to be…

Like you, I was born into a world full of sin.

I used to ask God silly things. God, if I was made in your image, why do they hate me for the colour of our skin?

We all know that 1 + 1 + 1 = 3, so how can there possibly be three persons in one being?

I guess I ignored the fact that 1 × 1 × 1 = 1, or 1 ÷ 1 ÷ 1 = 1.

Or the fact that our Lord is all-powerful, and He can do anything that power can possibly do.

And since we’re talking about power,

Did you know that 1 to the power of 1 to the power of 1 = 1?

I wish that I read more. Instead, I turned my back on Jesus without any hesitation.

Maybe I would’ve been aware of false prophets if I read Revelations.

Instead, just like Eve, I succumbed to the Devil’s temptation.

The kingdom of God belongs to His children, and I fell away like a third of the angels and Satan.

Now I let the Holy Spirit sit in my driver’s seat, and Waze is telling me that Heaven is my final destination.

I can admit that I was blind,

But through God, even the blind can see.

You see,

Jesus restored my eyesight.

Even the paralysed realised that they can walk by Christ’s side.

All you have to do is find a John and get baptised.

Give your life to Christ,

And I promise He won’t backbite.

In this world of darkness,

The Word is a flashlight.

Flashlight is so bright,

Moses nearly lost his eyesight.

Flashlight is so bright

That it warms you up when it hits you.

Don’t mistake God’s might for the sunshine.

There’s something about the Bible that just feels right.

I’m Jacob because I wrestled with God.

I’m Joseph, I forgave when I was betrayed by my blood.

I’m Moses, but the slaves that I’m freeing aren’t restricted by anything physical.

I pray for help because the way I want to free you is spiritual.

I am an ungrateful miracle,

A survivor of abuse, knife crime, and gun crime.

How many times has God shown me death through my two eyes?

I watched that bullet pierce his belly when I know it should’ve pierced mine.

And that’s why I’m ungrateful,

Because the wages of sin is death, right?

And yet still, God gave me more time.

How could I betray a man who died for my sins?

They put thorns on His head,

They put nails through His skin.

He carried the cross on His back,

Yet He never done a thing.

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I let down my own Father.

I wanna face Christ,

Yet I wore a balaclava.

I fought against You for so long,

When I should’ve been Your martyr.

And that’s why I owe You this testimony.

I thank You for all of the things You’ve done for me.

I had no father figure, but You’ve shown me the man I’m supposed to be.

I already said that the wages of sin is death,

But the cost of Your love — it’s free.