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SPOKEN WORD:: Darasimi – Story of a Lady Ft. Jaymikee (Video) |@jay_mikee

SPOKEN WORD:: Darasimi - Story of a Lady Ft. Jaymikee (Video) |@jay_mikee

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Daughter of renowned Christian Filmmaker, Evangelist Mike & Gloria Bamiloye, Darasimi Mike-Bamiloye releases inspiring Spoken Word piece titled ”Story of a Lady”. This creative, well put-together spoken word features the sonorous voice of JayMikee (Joshua Mike-Bamiloye) which makes the piece more captivating and soulful.

The ‘Story of a Lady’ is a highly spirit inspired mix of spoken word poetry (By Darasimi) and Acapella (By Jaymikee). It uses the image of a lady to represent the story of humanity that lost its beauty to the chains of the Devil in the beginning of time, and then how only Jesus is the only solution to the damage.

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LYRICS – ”Story of A Lady”

This is the story of a lady.

She had never paid attention to the pain she felt on her chest from a scar she had forgotten how it was earned.

The gasp of realization and the need for restitution would bring to consciousness this throbbing pain.

But that’s just right before the inhaler of ignorance is used because it my seem as though everything is okay.

But it’s just the symptoms that may have subsided, but the sickness is still healthy.

See this lady is humanity.

Chained as a slave to a master that she may have forgotten how she was sold to.

Consciously and unconsciously pledging allegiance to the look alike of Lucifer, the manufacturer of the diseases himself.

He wants nothing but her death, the eternal damnation of her soul.

He feeds her with a daily dosage of a myth filled meal.

Void of every nutrient needed for her growth.

And now.

The window to her soul.

Her Blinded eyes.

Her glaucoma filled eyes are always going to be the reflection of the moon even in the day.

Blinded to the fact of her blindness.

Blinded to the thin stretch of flesh that hung limp from her bones due to starvation.

Blinded to her master’s leash that will have her believe his will was hers.

And obediently will she eat up his lies because her malnourished mind cannot tell her otherwise.

It took more time to understand that the pain was from the battle that went on within her heart.

That convinced her there had to be more.

More than what the world had to offer because through the fun and the luxury is the frustration of how empty they all are. And the realization of the impending doom that waited for her.

She knew there was more.

And more waited for her.

More was standing by an old bleeding cross.

She, humanity, was lost in the pool of deception. She had sunk so deep almost to the bottom when more stretched forth His mighty arm.

And all that “more” needed was her step of faith, Her stretch of faith.

And she was pulled out of her pool of death to stand before Him – More – Jesus , her savior.

And as she overwhelmed with her sin ridden past could not bear to stand before His holiness.

She would rather go back and be a slave to the devil.

But he called her one word.

He said You are PERFECT.

With her tragic past and her crippled mind,

She was perfect in his eyes.

You are perfect in God’s eyes.

He saw His bride beneath her flaws.

He saw his love, The apple of His eyes.

And He pleaded with her never to go back to Lucifer.

Though He May prowl like a roaring lion, she is with The Lion of The Tribe of Judah.

Her pain was gone.

Her scar healed.

Her journey to destiny must begin.

But this time, with the assurance of the power that works within her.

Th Power of her savior, Jesus, her new master.

He has promised to be with her every step of the way.

To welcome her home to eternal life.

So this is more than a story.

It’s a plea.

A plea to every human to remember the bleeding cross.

The hollow palms that pulled us out of the clutches of death.

It’s a prayer for humanity.

Cus Jesus is more than we can ever imagine

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