Shook, shattered, mistaken
the earth rumbled under
dominant footsteps.
Allegiance to the forces
I no longer align with.
The besmirched search
for a grasp of just what
will cause me trouble, firmly
established you'd all like
to see me fumble forth
these words, to show my
insecurities.
But through his purity
I am walking with divinity.
Escaped through the tiniest
of crevices.
Dwindling light;
it was no beautiful
sunset. Cheeks soaking wet
flavoring each stanza with
the salt of the earth,
because you called me to
be this since birth.
Reaching forward, a leprous
hand retreated, sent me upon
my knees praying.
Screaming, "Please heal me!"
Into your word found comfort,
but by your Grace, I started
seeing. Faith the pronouncement
and the hatred, the doubt filled
vitriol commencement.
The news blares into a deafening
void, fallen martyrs, and I see
your Kingdom come.
The seasons changing, the
waters warming, your prophecy
is what I'm discerning.
I call out to you, and you answer.
Not with the love of others,
but the confidence of knowing
they hated you first. My sympathy
is only but a second, then I smile
concerned only with what's mine
to capture, and spread; so many
too can eat of your bread.
The life we live, I now forsake
because if I'm not opening
eyes, and awakening hearts,
then your stripes meant nothing.
"My people die for their lack of
knowledge..." but if there's a purpose
you see, then I'll walk
between the walls of water you
parted for me. All Praise be to he
who they hung, and he declared in
love, " it is finished."
Thank you Yahshua, in
you Yahweh's will be done.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
Shook, shattered, mistaken
the earth rumbled under
dominant footsteps.
Allegiance to the forces
I no longer align with.
The besmirched search
for a grasp of just what
will cause me trouble, firmly
established you'd all like
to see me fumble forth
these words, to show my
insecurities.
But through his purity
I am walking with divinity.
Escaped through the tiniest
of crevices.
Dwindling light;
it was no beautiful
sunset. Cheeks soaking wet
flavoring each stanza with
the salt of the earth,
because you called me to
be this since birth.
Reaching forward, a leprous
hand retreated, sent me upon
my knees praying.
Screaming, "Please heal me!"
Into your word found comfort,
but by your Grace, I started
seeing. Faith the pronouncement
and the hatred, the doubt filled
vitriol commencement.
The news blares into a deafening
void, fallen martyrs, and I see
your Kingdom come.
The seasons changing, the
waters warming, your prophecy
is what I'm discerning.
I call out to you, and you answer.
Not with the love of others,
but the confidence of knowing
they hated you first. My sympathy
is only but a second, then I smile
concerned only with what's mine
to capture, and spread; so many
too can eat of your bread.
The life we live, I now forsake
because if I'm not opening
eyes, and awakening hearts,
then your stripes meant nothing.
"My people die for their lack of
knowledge..." but if there's a purpose
you see, then I'll walk
between the walls of water you
parted for me. All Praise be to he
who they hung, and he declared in
love, " it is finished."
Thank you Yahshua, in
you Yahweh's will be done.
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