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Christopher J. Smth é membro da International Boxing Research Organization (IBRO), contribuidor do BoxeoMundial, e está no quadro de diretores do West Coast Boxing Hall of Fame. Ele é um ávido entusiasta de História do Boxe e amigo da família Jofre. Ele nasceu na Inglaterra e reside em Los Angeles, Califórnia.

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SALVATION

From Obscurity To ProminenceBy Christopher Smith

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2010 Christopher Smith
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4520-9206-5

Contents

Chapter One

    Why I Write

    We are born leaders —
    We are born leaders —
    The things we have been through — was just for you — Jesus — to teach
    us —
    How to survive the storm and in the middle of the sea we know you will
    reach us —
    We are believers — that are born leaders —
    We walk by faith and not by sight — see — this is why we write —

    I write because of the blessings I was given —
    I write because I feel His presence residing in the realm of my living —
    Each decision — is not mine but His to determine —
    His protection is discerning —
    Always adjourning —
    The many evils that I face —
    Therefore for His grace alone I am thankful —
    Could His reason be? —
    The life I have lived or the things I have seen —
    The price I have paid for my mind to be free —
    The countless tears of my mother's agony —
    The game that caused angry thugs to jump me —
    The casualties of my three cousins from one auntie —
    Or His Son's life, sacrificed on Calvary —
    I was spared to be —
    More than the common —
    And as such, my mind is a cannon —
    Firing verbal sparks to a nation still recovering from 9/11 —
    So I am thankful for every situation I am placed in —
    Because the race ends —
    Only when I stop believing in the reason for my breathing —
    So I am thinking this ... could be because of the nights I was hungry —
    Yet I stayed up writing poetry —
    Maybe this could be because of my ancestry —
    Being stolen from a country —
    Being brutalized yet justified biblically —
    So maybe this could be the many voices of stories never heard just
    being reverberated through me —
    So I willingly allow the Spirit to take hold of my soul because each time
    He does, I remember —
    I remember to be thankful for the times the Spirit whispered to my
    subconscious a way out of danger —
    And though the Metaphysical was a stranger at the time —
    All powerful yet benign —
    Patiently waited for me to pick up on His signs of guidance through
    wonder —
    And I remember the times I slumbered yet crime never took me under —
    See, I remember the faithful day in November - when they released the
    cuffs from my wrists and took prints of my fingers —
    I remember sleeping so many nights in the shelter —
    Yet I could not give in because of the love of my mother —
    So whether wrong or right —
    The Light -
    Took me from the clutches of peer pressure and isolated me only to
    make me stronger —
    So I am thankful for His delivery —
    And for whatever reason He delivered me I am grateful —
    So I try to be an example to the younger as He is faithful —
    And again I say I am thankful in this verse —
    Because I have slept in His bosom and fictitiously eaten from trash cans
    and I know it could have been much worse —
    So in all this I confess —
    So that peacefully my soul can rest —
    And I have the compulsive need to profess —
    That each day I breathe the breath of life —
    I'm truly blessed —
    This is why I write —

    Why do you write?


    Wondering

    I slouch back in this chair —
    With my head bent forward, picking at my hair —
    With the fingers God gave me —
    My stare turns to a gaze, wondering why he saved me —
    Saying to myself — in my life I can see His love unfurling clearly —
    But what about the third world — it's just crazy —
    We've got babies dying daily —
    It just amazes me —
    To see —
    So many lives in a state of emergency —
    And billions of dollars filtered into economies for artillery —
    And there seems to be —
    A lack of chivalry —
    From leaders to lives —
    Husbands to wives —
    Where is the unity? —
    This bellows in my mind much louder than the calm —
    Yet the most peaceful part of destruction is in the eye of the storm —
    My cup isn't empty —
    It says plenty —
    To be among the top 10% of the worlds wealthy —
    Which is how I explain poverty? —
    Power is a seed —
    Governed by misguided minds that breed greed — and envy —
    Fuels another power's jealousy —
    Turning innocent to evil —
    Forgetting the reason they are there is to take care of the people —
    And bloody hands clasp hypocritically at the steeple —
    While land mines buried for decades takes lives —
    Like AIDS takes lives —
    Like frustration drives — violence into deprived people —
    Self gratification —
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