This is the day she had been waiting for all week long. She had a date with the king. All week long, he was all she could think about. Although, they communicated several times a day, their relationship had grown more and more intimate over the years. She could not wait to get in his presence and worship him.
Hiding your baggage that you think no one else can see. Coming to God with dirty hands on bent knee You were commanded to get rid of it long ago, But you examine it in secret where you think ]no one will know.
When I got saved, the Lord told me that I could not “perform” my Christian poetry. He was referring to the entertainment aspect of spoken word that I had perfected when I was doing “poetry” in the world.
I’m not your genie in a bottle or the god you call by name to grant your every wish. You quote your famous preachers on earth, but the revelation of my Word is what you miss.
You are my bedtime story. The voice of assurance that lulls me to sleep, and nullifies my fears.
I Lay Down My Life For You because He laid Down His life for me – a poem by The Prophetic Scribe
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