A poem to petition |
This is my petition A master rendition To my Father I had to surrender No longer pretending But accepted the gift of grace and repentance He sent what I needed Cause I couldn't knead it Or produce the production He rendered He seen my condition And sent my redemption With a price I couldn't afford My El Shaddai, Sis and Brother The Almighty suffices for me... and others I will fear no evil I won't believe the deceiver But I'm a receiver Of the Holy Ghost I can't be couth, I know the truth And I have to testify I won't shut my mouth about His grace Because a rock can cry out and take my place So I'm ever so diligent on the way that I carry His name. No mocking or debauching, But representing Him well Because I want to keep truth And forsake telling tales Since all things are made new My speech is made well The most dangerous sin is hypocrisy I know first-handed because it's who I used to be If He be for me, no one can be against The enemy lied and told me the unknown is true bliss I attempted to live in that ignorant location Then I read Proverbs which described wisdom as an oasis How to stand before kings and stay in good graces To be a Proverbs 31 and not a Proverbs 2, One behaves as a wife the Other seduces all fools. Then I flipped to Joshua and it said to stay courageous Taught me to fear the Lord and not men and their faces So I flipped to a Psalm that taught me how to stay calm in distress Even when I'm stressed From creating my own mess I can cry out and repent and accept the grace and strength to pass the test. I have biblical instructions before leaving earth as a study guide to pass the test In Psalms 91, under the wings of my Savior I find a place of refuge to accept His rest. A mop and a bucket to clean up my mess And all my God suggests is a few simple requests... Be ye holy, as I AM, Love one another, visit the sick And don't step on your brother But rather be all things to all men And the spiritual are charged to help our brothers recover. Because you'd want it for yourself, You must do so for others. Be a blanket of God's love so Another's sin, we must cover So put down your sorrows And pick up your cross Count your sin as the dung it is And not as a loss. Because the wages of sin is death And I cannot afford the cost. We like to think of the Word as metaphorical, Like even the New Testament is just historical, And there is no more asking amiss. Like the Lord changed this afternoon Or like He is going to do so soon But that's a lie that's comforting so Our consumable lusts can get some room. But He's the same yesterday, today, and forevermore. The situations we undergo, Have been conquered before No situation can surprise Him, Let's surmise that the devil has already been defied When the Christ paid the cost He did this so we can Have life, with no compromise.
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