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Scared and inadequate, I am broken and in despair. Have you heard my prayers lately, I sob in my spirit and cry with my soul. I want to make you sad with this poem, so get a tissue and cry with me, maybe you are where I am. My legs are numb from standing in worship and my hands are tired from being raised up. My inadequacy has married my fears and I have a child called sorrow. I have believed the father of lies, now I’m reaping discord in every relationship, following after me, tragedy. How dare you say, I am not a human being, can’t you see I am wallowing in self-pity, leave me be. I hated hate, but my will wasn’t strong enough and neither did I look at the cross for help, so rebellion has also come home to roost and now I’m a witch doctor. Absurd notion of pessimism in the air, drastic measures of self-control lacking. My dreams have no aspiration and everything I wanted to be has been washed down the river of life. I doubt him now more than ever before, and sinful unbelief has m

Deserted and desolate. Together, united and rejoicing. Triumphant in segregated steps of victory and an overwhelming sense of belonging. He triggers morbid atmospheres and renowned condemnation. My current state does not reflect my overall standing, nor does my current state reflect where I will end up. Surrounded by wails, weeping hearts and tormented spirits, I am in the valley with you believer. Can you see, we’re reflecting depressing odds of failure and demoralizing circumstances? There is sorrow and its even tide. We can’t sleep, but perk up, because there is promise of fathomable joy in the morning. The norm is, that we are weak and have lost our minds. The norm is, that we have no idea of pleasure and have been blinded by a fib of a religion. Why then are we pressed down and persecuted for a lie and are not left alone for a moment of a faithless belief? Who is in the dark and without understanding? Me or you non-believer? See, I am valiant and void of fear. Brother, sister,

How evident is the evidence of overcoming your own failures in rising up and aspiring to the vision, you see yourself obtaining. I am weary and need a jump start of epic proportions. I am beat down and my stamina is dead low. I am stranded in my mind by my own pessimistic demons that won't let me breath aspiration. I am deserted by optimism and face ruin before my grand plan has even begun. How tragic, what dumb struck luck all around. I hate my low self-esteem and but fighting a confidence won battle. Life is contradicting without Jesus. Alive in the natural but dead in the spiritual, so you're are not truly alive without him. How I love double negatives and me I hate bad English. What is my purpose and how do I go about defining it? Serious notion of inevitable epic failure if you spend your time doing anything less than what God has made your for. Wow, do you ponder the paradox of your own life? Living yet dead, travelling on a road yet lost in awe of no min

Fighting, writing and drawing with words. Exploring, conquering the white blank canvas. Vision, insight and foreseeing the future. Desiring to recapture the intellect of broken and lazy minds. Breath-taking initiatives for hungry souls. How dare you deprive my spirit of its linguistic nutrition, minerals and vitamins? How dare you conceive such an evil, constipation of ideas and plain imagination? I am passionate about words and English. I love the English language and its eloquent nature. I am intrigued by its flawless chivalry of endless poetic dissertations. Oh, how I hate the people who deteriorate its etiquette and destroy what it stands for. How I love to communicate in the English language and form words with my tongue. It is an acquired pallet and commands flawless demeanor in pronunciation. I create curiosity in dialect and accent. I perceive humor and laugh at jokes. I am mild in my approach to conversation and subtle in my metaphors that draw perfect picture silhouettes.

Forgiveness, it comes from the heart. You will it almost and say I will count your sin and actions against me no more. It is so powerful because it sets you free. No longer do you carry the burden around of what someone else has done to you, but your set free from bricks of hurt. You are totally unburdened and your heart is made free. No later than immediately, now you’re free. Forgiveness is not for the next person, but for yourself. It is for the one letting go and accepting that it no longer will create an emotional disposition of any sort in their lives. Pain, suffering, bitterness, resentment and anger will no longer control them. Forgiveness is a weapon and a secret to joy and a long and healthy life in freedom. It’s not a once off remedy, you will have to do it more than once. Some people are cruel and given the chance, they will hurt you. They will step on your toes and break your trust. They will use you and cause the most absurd hatred and anger to manifest in your life,

The death of love on the cross of Calvary. The definition of love spelled out on the cross of Calvary. Sorrow beyond despair preceding the most affectionate tragedy of human suffering. An example he was for many to receive instruction in a directionless generation. Love without limits and love beyond eros, philia and storge. Agape embodiment. Love was patient, love was kind, love covered all sin, love didn’t take account of wrongs, love was not after its own desires but love conquered it all. How dare you spit on love’s open arms meant to cuddle all your brokenness and swallow all your insecurities. How dare you turn your back on the living God who is for you! You are desolate and damned without everlasting love in your bosom. Fighting your every battle and its light pushing back the darkness from within and without. How I am grateful for my surrender and loves admonition to my pride and evil intent. I guard my heart 24/7 with intelligence, because from within it flow the issue

The greatest battles, in the greatest war, is the terrestrial battles that occur in the mind. War, because as long as you are clothed in frail mortality, you will never escape the war, but you will have to stand for many battles till you die. I have read, pity not the dead, pity the living. Life raging, poverty screaming and death lurking. The greatest battles are still won in the mind to overcome any obstacle. What am I on about, just like your servant job, I made a covenant with my eyes! Why therefore, should I think upon a maid? It is not that I am inadequate, but powerful beyond measure. He will have it, that I perish and when he can’t have that, he will have me in torments. Day and night, never resting! My battles, becoming greater the more I gain in knowledge and understanding. I never knew sin, till the law came, therefore sin became alive and I died. How I want to be rich, but fear the depths of covetousness and greed. How I love food, but glutton with every mouthful. How I

I was sick, up to my stomach with it It clings to my soul and it leads me on He hates it, therefore shouldn’t I? It makes me rot, my bones were riddled to the core It is my fallen nature and I do it so easily and it is within me Embedded in my DNA and a part of what Adam has passed down for generations Passed down for generations, with every generation, lawlessness I hate it, but hate won’t separate us for all of mortality Let me take you back Genesis, the origins of the beginning The beginning of disobedience and broken focus and twisted trust Oh deception conceived, lies birthed and now we’re all hell bound from birth Bound, in iniquity, destined for pain and misery Hmm, let me paint a picture of Hades and make you dislike sin just as much as He does There is weeping and gnashing of teeth for every inhabitant There are hot flames and fiery torment that awaits every tenant Everyone blaspheming God and worms that eat your flesh but they never

Patiently, patient. Wow, it is hard to explain, yet I can fathom it. It’s within my reach and I eagerly wait for it. The grasping of faith for a means to an end. What I see has nothing to do with what I want to see. What I don’t see, has something to do with what I want. What will happen, has something to do with what I hope for. What I meditate on in the midst of storms and calm waters alike, is a measure of my endurance. Let it be the word that doesn’t change nor pass away. Noticing the change, I surrender to the ticking seconds as they go by. Patience, the virtue that yields fruit for eternity. Patience, the metaphor of waiting. I am impatient and pay the price for my instability. I ride the waves of change and change and outshine the grand master, chameleon. I subdue every effort He puts before me, because I won’t yield nor has His proverb hit its mark in me. I am gullible and easily manipulated by events that require nothing, but patience. To whom who knows how to do good and

          I am here, alone and desolate. My tears are dried up. I look to the sky and wonder why? Steadfastly patient, I wait for the tides to change. I steer the helm, fighting the current. I see the island of hope and suffering in the distance. My inner being wrestles with time and death, the life in my veins won’t yield to the bullying of impending doom. I claw at society and its fictitious dreams. I am a dream walker. Wide awake, I am pilgrim for perfect motion in perpetual motion. Never surrendering, I must bleed for victory. Fighting this battle more than once, I urge courage not to let go. I stand firm on the foundation which is the chief cornerstone. I reason out reality and inspire wisdom in every prayer to be imparted. I attach myself to infinite peace and amid the storm, I am not afraid. I cry aloud, let me go because pain is suffering. I dare duel death. I dare the grave to wrestle me into it and see if I won’t rise again. I dare you to challenge my words and see if the

Surrendering, I don’t know how. I hear your still small voice amid all the world’s noises. I pray  and seek to facilitate the translation from me to total bowed down me. I yearn for your glory to  be made manifest. I seek for a testimony that would be my legacy and earn me my crown of life.  I submerge myself in hope that is not far-fetched. I kneel to the very desire, but I am so young in  Christ, I know I am a babe. I suck on my milk and admit solid food will not work without any teeth  to chew on it. I am weak and feeble minded. I am zealous without understanding. I seek to  surrender without letting go. Gaining moment in my quest, I know it’s a pinnacle I must reach.  Therefore, trailing my footsteps, I see the stumbling blocks that behold me as a mirror revealing  where I should not tread again. Dwindling in my own thoughts, I hope I am not surrendering the  fight that is my due choice for servitude. See, soldiers have no rights but to obey the  commandments they receive. Hol

I think you made everything clear due to my repentance. It's starts there. The joy of my salvation. Surprisingly alert, there's a spring in my walk. There's confidence and hope in my speech. I still groan, I still cry, but now I am at peace. The darkness in my soul is embossed in your radiant presence. Chains have been clattered off and my prison door utterly; destroyed. Like the yoke I was yoked with, has been utterly disintegrated. I don't need to see where I am going because the justified walk not by sight. I know the destination, so everything in between, is only a part of the pit stop journey to refuel or take a breath in of the scenery. Teach me how to put on the chivalry of humbleness. Failing forward, I must run with endurance. When I left him behind you opened the door for true friendship to manifest. I need to pray because the potter has not made it all clear. My purpose in heart but plans nowhere in sight. Eyes seeking, but the heart is what needs to do

I am sure you are terrifically good. I am certain this is not a bloop. I am accurate that you reign and want to reign in me for my good. I affirm you have a sense of humor and that is funny. Oh Father, teach me thy ways of righteousness. Let me wait patiently and confidently for my inheritance. Let me surrender to your grand design which you noted in your little book, for all the days of my life. Let me succumb to the pressures of sacrifice and yield to the sufferings of the present life. Knowing, they are nothing compared to the glory that awaits my soul. I love your plans, because they are out of this world, just like we are. I'm giggling at your attitude towards me, somehow you knew I would be overwhelmed at life and might just need a better answer then, I am god, too! Subject to creation and lost to humanity, but your eyes pierce darkness and night like broad day light. Therefore, I was never lost to you. In fact, your plans never fail once we failed you in the beginning. Y