Spirit-Spoken Word

My poems come so quickly coz I’m gifted

With the burden of these words that I’ve lived in.

And wish it was my God that I was liftin’

But more often than not I am weak…

And I give in.

To the pressure of this world and all that doesn’t matter.

Give me a gust of the Holy Spirit

And these useless thoughts to scatter

For I know that they’re worthless

and I pretend that they’re worth it

to hide the fact that in the Kingdom I’m worthless

Not because I’m dirty or the fact I’m so unclean

But because I live for my flesh… and not the Father’s glory

There’s no way I can justify myself before His holy throne

bue even He knows how remorseful I am the moment I’m alone.

I should fall to my knees and beg,

“Father please, I know that I’m guilty”

And I know right then he’d take my hand,

and make me feel less filthy

because only Jesus can.

Only Jesus can cleanse me with His blood

And wrap myself in love

Not in love the way I thought we were

But I perceive much deeper.

Only Jesus can remove the stains-

so that only my- beauty remains

for all the world to see

Crafted by his workmanship

crafted for His glory.

My testimony is twisted

But my life can still be GIFTED

[ G- God’s Love

I- Inpsiring me to be

F- Faith filled

T- Truth seeking

E- Edifying and

D- Disciple making ]

And that’s my present to you:

                The love of God is not mine to give but I share what I know about it.

When you have received Christ and have seen what I see… you too will want to shout it.