Dear Old Self
We were once lovers But I had to divorce you To cut the soul ties Produced by our lust I know you never really understood My reason for choosing him But the day I gave my life to him I exchanged this life for his Which means the girl you Used to know died And was resurrected by his spirit on the third day of his resurrection I have been set free You see Our union was founded on lies You offered me satisfaction in one hand But stabbed me with another And I wondered why I was spiritually dead Thinking I could serve two masters Not realising I was still bound to you Taking me from your darkness Into his marvel light He showed me mercy When I deserved none Stimulating my sight and making all things visible I can now see Rebuilding the walls of this temple that once lied in ruins He gave me his spirit That I may be protected and not stumble Completing the work in which he started from the very beginning I am now complete Our vows read Till death do us part And indeed we have parted So stop trying to show up to see if this temple is empty It's OCCUPIED By the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit I've dropped your surname Timidity and loneliness Are no longer the names I bear I've exchanged that identity For the one in him And it's called the Daughter of Yahweh PS. Please find enclosed your ring Stephanie Itimi (@Afrocheri)
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O my Strength, I will watch for you, for you, O God, are my fortress so I've set my camp on the corner of the street where bloodied men drape from the trees and dead bodies hurry to bury each other, the women don't work so dusk and doubt weave themselves inseparably together as if it were the Fathers love and myself passionately to my pre limbic cortex that I can only perceive the shadows of good things that are to come to me. Weary and heavy laden, your strength is made perfect in my weakness because I am always weak I continue to walk by dust to and fro all the levels of double mindedness but subconscious belief forces me to pave the way by laying pieces of myself down like good intentions with every step i take and desperately hope, hope to catch a fire that rages persistently on the inside of my soul I drink only water but I need the wine that delivers me from my infirmities, giving me rest for I have picked up the burden of one that is lighter than I and caused the heart of the Self Existing One to as much as twitch so that night time can also fear And tremble As I work out my salvation I do all things through him who strengthens me dividing worship, into Spirit and all truth multiply my fear, add on to my wisdom and always subtract my transgressions, in Christ alone. I am onto you O Lord For you speak of many pleasures that my mind cannot confine, all good things shall be made known here In this secret place. |
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