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blackbiird Mar 2019

I held a candle to my demons
for so long.
But he distinguished them with the
whisper of His voice.

blackbiird Mar 2019
i've loved and lost
but i am thankful for
the stars that guided my way
back to Your heart.
Desire Mar 2019
Deliverance is not delusional.   No duhh!
Its definite, deliberate, and distinct,
and yours is long overdue!
Boo the damns and dooms.
Fight despite defeat.
Dance with victory.
Finally be free.

I dare you.
Discover divine deliverance
from within, down and deep...

[redeemed]

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blackbiird Mar 2019

I want to pick you up
and carry you in my pocket
for the rest of my days.

little did I know that
you'd be the one to
carry me for the rest
of my days.

For God, my Redeemer lives.
blackbiird Feb 2019

Even the loneliest traveler
Needs a home when the waves
Crash on the shore.

Even the loneliest traveler
Craves the sensual touch
Of another human being
When the darkness overcast
Its grisly shadow.

Even the loneliest traveler
Needs a touch from God
From the top of the hill.

blackbiird Dec 2018
I painted my love for You on a page
each word unraveling
the beauty of Your character.
each letter carefully orchestrating the
promise You made.

You painted Your love for me on a cross
each nail revealing
the depths of Your love.
and I know You are for me.
Your promise redeemed me
even in my darkest hour.

Forever it will be
You and me.
Kitt Apr 2018
Shame and guilt swallowed me
The heart, once frozen by bitterness, had melted into sorrow

Yet now I stand again, on the edge of life
My peers, the masses
A crowd damning another man to my fate
The price I put upon my own head
When I traded righteousness for rags
It is death You do not deserve  

The judge found you innocent but the jury cried guilty
And despite your record, you were deemed filthy

You, who stands across the world from me
You, who bears no mark of shame
No need to feel shy
No reason to die

Your wrists were punctured whilst mine were freed
As my heart was healed, yours would bleed
It was my tomb they buried you inside
And it was my rock you pushed aside

You, the one I left behind
Stepped forward and take my place
You took the cross
Etched with my blame
Laden with my sin
Cursed by my name

And you didn't dispose of it
You didn't burn it away
You bore its full weight
As I was meant to do
And you carried it
As I was meant to do
And you died
As I was meant to do

And when I ask why, O Lord
You would take my place
Die on my hill
Lie in my tomb
My answer is found in the empty sepulcher
Where my body should forever be

For it is not I
But he
Alana Cartwright Jan 2018
I remember you as a dark figure, looming over me.
My repetition of "no" and "stop" was eventually absorbed into the background noise, ignored- As if I was not present to you, only my body.
Something about the way you overpowered me, until I had nothing left,
You stripped away every remnant of my worth.

Lifeless, with a broken heart, was how you left me.
You touched down in the banks of my hollowed soul,
Like an earthquake, shattered me down to my core.
Everything I built myself upon crumbled, and I was 6 feet underneath the rubble.
That was the last of me, the beginning of my end.

I lacked strength to face this reality, hiding from it instead.
Consumed by destructive habits to fill an ever-growing hole in my heart, I lost myself in a spiraling dark hole.

At the bottom of that hole, I with nothing left, surrendered myself to the One capable of healing.
After a long road of war waged on my soul, peace replaced my hopelessness.
The reality I hid from by using destructive habits to fill an ever growing void, I now face with a full heart, lifted on wings of praise by the Lord's grace.
My loss of self value was redeemed by faith. The scars on my heart, now bandaged, serve as a testimony to the power of God's healing.

Where I was once a slave to my grief, I have been liberated. Where my soul was once lost, has been found.
Written in response to a recent trigger of suppressed memories. Before publishing, I revisited this piece several times contemplating why I was writing it. Two years ago I was introduced to *** by ****, and it stripped me of everything. I've learned, sometimes some weeds have deeper roots than you expect, and occasionally they will sprout up in times you least expect. By the grace of God I have grown to be stronger because of it, but only because I rely on His strength above my own.
Who's life belongs to oneself
Who gave life.
Who takes it away.
The giver of life comes from God.
With whom shall you compare me.
Says the Lord my God.
My ways are not your ways.
And my thoughts are not yours.
My plan for you is different from
The plan that you dream for yourself.
Listen to me.
Hear my voice
Seek me with all your heart
For the time is near.
Draw life from my well.
And I will heal all your diseases.
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