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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2174835
Inspirational, hopefully it helps someone

I was taken from my

Previous state and

Made into an handmaiden

I was heavily laden

And deceived by Satan,

Who I allowed to make

The statement that I was forsaken

But I have the Saviour

He changed my behavior,

Took my heart and allowed me to love my neighbor

I was bland and I had no

Flavor,

so He gave me salt

And commanded that I allow the world

To experience

His savour

The truth is I've been a traitor.

I messed up but I am not a mistake.

I've been planted so when my world quakes

And my situations start to shake,

Tongues confess and knees Break
in the presence of the one

In whom I put my faith.

So that I will not uproot my river-watered

tree for Heaven's sake.

There are those who believe I shouldn't be

So radical, too young to be so emphatical,

However, I must say that the transformation

Has been radicle

It's been said that I'm too bold, too

Fiery for the Lord and I need to simmer

But the devil is a lie,

I will holler Hallelujah,

And I will be delivered!

My spirit, mind, and soul will not grow cold

But I know my place in the kingdom

so I get in position and maintain my role.

I have already been redeemed

By the one who paid my debt.

I was broke down,

Polluted, and to be truthful, inept.

I was so deceived that I

believed That I was as graceful as a crane

But in reality I was

Crying 'Eli, Sabachthani?'

I felt so much pain.

Covering my face in shame

With no one to blame,

Didn't guard my heart with diligence

So my tongue could not be tamed

I thank the Lord He

Did not take His name from

Me

But instead waited patiently

For me to change

He had to put me in

Position, I suppose you can

Say my marriage was

Arranged;

And no it is not deranged...

I'm the bride and my

God is the Groom

I love the holy matrimony

Between us, I think

Of being called home

As jumping the broom

I thank Him because He

Could've allowed me to answer

The call of the devil

And hell would be my tomb.

So my thanks to my God

is to allow Him to consume

me right here in this room.

If I understood what I

Knew, I would not

Have obeyed my flesh in

Ignorance.

But that's when I remember

My Abba.

He sent Jesus for me.

It's more than just the cross,

And it's more than the grave.

Yes Jesus died, but snatched hells keys,

Then He raised.

He has been appraised,

With the blood of

The Lamb

So when the devil says

You can't do it, that's half the truth

Because thru Christ, yes you can.

If Christ rose, I have victory

If Christ died, my flesh has to

Be subject to the spirit that lives within me

If Jesus casted out demons

And by His name they run

And are fleeing

And in Him I have my

Total being

Then I know I

Have victory

And my Father...is...the King of kings!

In the book of Genesis

He taught me thru Joseph

Not to give up on my dreams

And in the New Testament

He showed me I should first

Seek heaven and the eternal things

If I do rest assured

Other things will be added

But first I must be content

With the Lord and let His

Presence make me gladdened.

Prayerfully these words have increased

thee and made your blessings fattened.

  • Shae Holiday



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