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Feb 2015
I felt the rhythm of his words as I simultaneously danced to his tunes. Clutched to his phrases, I questioned. "Satan, how long shall I endure the bitterness of your groove?" With his tongue so smooth, He whispered, "You'll enjoy it pretty soon. Let me show you more moves. And by the way, I'm amazed at how you dance to my tunes."

I now identified him as a dark veil through which he used to make me blind, oh what a dark surprise! At this, I sighed when I looked into the mirror, I no longer saw the bright light through which God's grace shined. Now dull, were my blunt eyes.

I began to sing of God's grace and my song illuminated outer space with a force so great, sufficient enough to make me refrain from the devil's embrace, I fell on my knees and wiped the tears from my face because I knew the Holy Spirit had arrived to wipe away my sin's stain and leave me with a clean slate. The Saviour was just on time, He never delayed.  

The devil knows now of what joy I've found in the Kingdom of my Father to whom I bow down. As the whole of hell gather around, may God remind them that I'm no longer bound.

So dear satan, did you know every night I sleep sweet and sound? Or shall I remind you how one day I shall set my foot on Holy ground? Trample on you and rise above the clouds? Let me give you the full details about Christ. I'll let you in on some special insight, let it be known that I'm fully justified. The minute He sent His son, I was sanctified. Heaven's approved me as it's own. There are no loopholes, the deal is air-tight.

I heard God say, "Mr. Deceiver, take your lies at once and leave her. 2 Corinthians 6, you have no common ground with a believer. She's been blessed with Heavenly bliss, you'll fail to deceive her. I planted in her life the song of grace and in this day, I vow that she'll never be a waste. I've restored my daughter with beauty, I've taken away your evil music of insecurity, filthy scent of obscurity and worthless rhythms of impurity."

It was in that moment that my spiritual senses were wide awake and I saw the fire of God consume the agents and I heartdloud cries of immense pain. Holy Spirit, down You rain. My spirit grew stronger as I visibly saw the flames and indeed, that was a perfect reminder of My Master's reign. I reminded satan, "Earlier on, did I not mention it's my life He's come to save?"

Lastly, God looked at me and said, **"My daughter Towela, I've ordained you as a saint. Never again shall you eat any of satan's bait. I'm fully aware that you've fought a good race and you've kept the faith. Always remember nothing you do for me is in vain. Wait patiently, my child, I'm coming back for you again."
It took me a long time to write this.
Written by
Towela Kams  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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     Kripi, --- and Towela Kams
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