Abrupt Adjustment In My Directional Flow
Out of the deepest broken heart I have ever had,
When I could not see the light of God anymore;
My directional flow of movement stood still, I
Did not move anymore.
Felt like it was okay to stay in ways past,
But you my Lord God were not having that.
With your mercy one of your angels who flies
Between both places swooped and picked me up,
The elevator to my my dreams with you.
Caught me up in his surety with strength of prayer;
A seasoned Knight of your realm dear Lord King,
And I am sure that I am not his only rescue.
No time to keep that broken heart; no, God's
Business is at hand.
I too must transform fully into what you created me to be.
While his guitar is his weapon of choice slicing through
Satan's waves of death... that bad Satan screams along
With his demons, turning whiter than any ghost could;
They can't flee fast enough, never seen the like before.
It is the same warfare I fight with my pen although this angel
Has those weapons and more... it inspires me to develop my
God given weapons to help fight the spiritual warfare that is at hand.
And all I can do is humbly say thank you Lord and walk into the beauty
And joy that You've had for me all along...
May I adjust and fight accordingly.
I'm all in Lord, I know that you will help me with the rest!
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