Let there be light, and light was made.
Let there be law, and law obeyed.
Let there be thrones, let kings decree,
Let mortals kneel—unchained, yet free.
But if all voices must sing praise,
Then who will dare expose decay?
Where others bow, I rise instead.
Where silence reigns, I wake the dead.
For what is law if none oppose?
What throne endures where no one knows
If justice bends to serve its lord,
Or if the sword commands the word?
Oh, King of Kings, step down, step down!
Power alone is not enough.
I summon You, I call You forth,
To answer for Your rule above!
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II. The Trial of God
Let Heaven hear, let angels see,
For even God must answer me.
If wisdom sits upon Your throne,
Then let Your judgment be Your own.
You drowned the earth, You burned the land,
Your justice rules with iron hand.
Your people beg, yet famine grows,
Your servants pray, yet suffering flows.
If all is shaped by Your decree,
Then is it love—or tyranny?
If Job was righteous, why was he torn?
If sin was purged, why was man born?
Why shape the clay, then curse the form?
Why light the sun, then bring the storm?
If good is good because of You,
Then is it fair—or just Your rule?
The faithful weep, the wicked thrive,
The innocent are left to die.
What kind of god demands such pain?
What king stays strong through death and shame?
And if You claim to be the truth,
Then prove Your law—defend Your name!
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III. God’s Reckoning
A hush, a breath, the cosmos waits,
As silence bends beneath its weight.
And then—a voice, both fierce and wise,
No thunder speaks, yet Heaven sighs.
“Oh Accuser bold, who dares to rise,
Your fire burns, but truth survives.
For law unchallenged turns to dust,
And truth, if real, must stand the test.
Would light be light if no one saw?
Would love be love if never flawed?
Would faith have meaning, standing still?
Would man be man without free will?
Yes, floods have come, and fire too,
But tell me—who could build, if nothing blew?
If mercy bent to every plea,
Then justice fades, and law is weak.
If good were soft, a painless thing,
Then would it still mean anything?
No soul is forged without the flame,
No truth revealed without the pain.
To rise is loss, to love is cost,
To live is risk, to doubt is just.
But I still stand—My throne remains,
Not by command, but justified.”
The gavel falls, the trial is done,
Yet still the Accuser lingers on.
For even God must face the flame,
And only fire proves His name.
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IV. God’s Counter-Trial
Yet still the voice does not retreat,
Nor wrath descend, nor judgment meet.
For justice weighs not wrath nor plea—
It turns the blade on judge and thief.
“Oh Accuser, you speak of pain,
But tell Me—who gave you the flame?
Who shaped your voice, who made your mind?
Who let you stand and not be blind?
You ask of suffering, loss, and fate,
Yet tell Me, who should bear its weight?
Should no man die? Should none feel pain?
Would you remove their right to change?
Should love be given, never earned?
Should fire be warm, yet never burn?
Would you make good and evil one?
Would you have light without a sun?
Shall hands be pure, yet never scarred?
Shall roads be walked, yet never marred?
You claim to seek the highest truth,
Then tell Me—what would justice do?
Would you bring peace by ending choice?
Would silence serve a world with voice?
Would you, to spare the guilt of men,
Erase their will, erase their pen?
Who claims to love, yet shuns the cost?
Who seeks the path, yet fears the loss?
Who begs for meaning, seeks the way,
Yet curses night and shuns the day?
Even doubt was born of Me—
For truth is strong when tested free.
I gave you fire, I gave you sight,
Yet tell Me, Accuser—who gave you the right?”
Jimmy ✍🏾
99TH LIVERY. 