I have a peace now in my mind, though the fire still rages. A fire that burns his residue still. I’m commited to the aim, and the beast that rampages within. Life requires effort, let’s strive. I want what’s best for us. I’ve tasted the worst. The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the mercyContinue reading “The Fire”
Tag Archives: Faith
He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love, heart, soul, andContinue reading “He is love”
Feather Of Paradise
When the student is ready, the teacher will appear
I’m Free
My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realize again faith is sufficient. It’s difficult to accept matters of this world flesh will more than condemn hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where IContinue reading “I’m Free”
The feast of St, George
Never to recant his faith in the Lord. Advanced, gifted with the sword. Soldier of the Christ. Fought courageously in belief. compelled evil to hell as angels roared in raw relief. Onwards to the realm. Converging from afar with Godly squall and brush of helm. Under his pennon they forge. Chanting ‘Jerusalem’ for the feastContinue reading “The feast of St, George”
Two of a kind..
One kiss, two souls, cut from the same cloth, with those three words, you made me whole. On the count of four, our paths alined. The world hates, we’re two of a kind.
Keeping Faith
I am unsure why, when I’m alone in this cell, I start to dwell, on heaven and hell. Much I have lost within these four walls, lost, gone, insignificant to all. Wanting right now, as my mind is dense. In this hole, this hole of belligerence. Salvation from above can it really rescue me? beforeContinue reading “Keeping Faith”
Feather of Paradise
Through the window and next to me graciously landing a flawless white feather. Like on the morning of her funeral with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance those armies he built are falling. Pirouettes in the breeze there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”
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