PoeticMayheim
give thanks 5/19/08
We don't wrestle against flesh and blood,
but against principalities,
against powers of the rulers of darkness of our age;
wither in the streets or kneeling on bent knees
or bowed over bedsheets;
the internal battle wages on,
praying for guidance since an adolescent;
in my heart rest a sleeping giant
that believes in righteousness;
searching for uplift to have the strength
to dispense the light that shines through the darkness;
handing out unfailing love, faithfulness, grace, and truth;
it's the voice shouting in the wilderness;
RELEASE MY SOUL FROM ETERNAL FLAMES;
LEAD ME TO THE SHINE OF THE BRIGHTEST MORNING STAR,
ALLOW IT'S LAMINATE TO FLOW THROUGH MY HEART
AND OUT MY MOUTH;
for man shall not live off bread alone;
so through young years;
massive months,
and diluted days;
the world continues to consume the sun's raging rays;
tricking the masses, talking about race and different classes;
handing out ballot's like government rations;
but through the glorious mercy of God's undying Grace;
maintain my humble, bow to the one and only, Alpha and Omega,
Beginning and the Ending;
blessing my breath, guiding my steps and carrying me when
the chaos is too heavy for my spirit to get a good nights rest!
but whence once i wake I'm refreshed, as i inhale another days breath
Give Thanks
but against principalities,
against powers of the rulers of darkness of our age;
wither in the streets or kneeling on bent knees
or bowed over bedsheets;
the internal battle wages on,
praying for guidance since an adolescent;
in my heart rest a sleeping giant
that believes in righteousness;
searching for uplift to have the strength
to dispense the light that shines through the darkness;
handing out unfailing love, faithfulness, grace, and truth;
it's the voice shouting in the wilderness;
RELEASE MY SOUL FROM ETERNAL FLAMES;
LEAD ME TO THE SHINE OF THE BRIGHTEST MORNING STAR,
ALLOW IT'S LAMINATE TO FLOW THROUGH MY HEART
AND OUT MY MOUTH;
for man shall not live off bread alone;
so through young years;
massive months,
and diluted days;
the world continues to consume the sun's raging rays;
tricking the masses, talking about race and different classes;
handing out ballot's like government rations;
but through the glorious mercy of God's undying Grace;
maintain my humble, bow to the one and only, Alpha and Omega,
Beginning and the Ending;
blessing my breath, guiding my steps and carrying me when
the chaos is too heavy for my spirit to get a good nights rest!
but whence once i wake I'm refreshed, as i inhale another days breath
Give Thanks
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give thanks 5/19/08
give thanks 5/19/08
