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Influent Infused Filled With Him -My Spokenword

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Once I was infrequent hard to pass ; As God's righteous movement in my heart and my chest; Caught up in mine spirit soul dysfunction; Captured heart beating in my chest; Why am I constipated with the world's thoughts; I believe that I believe beliefs attitudes can't be brought; Feelings emotions travel through the interstate highways of my mind and yet; Subconsciously, I am abundantly yet still thinking; reasoning what is my purpose I know my purpose; And know I ain't been drinking, don't need no control substances to catch feelings; There're mine, those of yesterday and tomorrows past through the glass; Outwardly now I've forgotten; But yesterdays life past stored, becomes tomorrow lessons; Free will choices, yet in still you have three voices; Whose do you hear, which one the quiet quietest ; How I'm I chosen am I loved I know I am loved; I'm a three-part being housed in a fleshly shell; But am I instinct with Spirit soul body praise am I aware; of the right order Am I a witness witnessing believer more than with My soul; But the real meaning in my spirit purpose is it love, it's love His love; But yet through life's toils all along my body to rule; When my spirit the center of me, should be the reverence of me balanced; And my soul surrounds my heart endowed with due process; I am His Child Captured heart beating in my chest; Why am I constipated with the world's thoughts; I believe that I believe beliefs attitudes can't be brought; Feelings emotions travel through the interstate highways of my mind and yet, I fly I'm above in the heavenlies looking down with eagle eyes and I see what transpires And I fly even higher I am God's child I am loose of this world, I am His Child; Now I am influent infused filled with Him; Diarrhea out my sins, been washed and cleansed; Hung, laid up high on the cross, them there those my sins; I'm a new vessel, under immediate construction; Potholes been sealed I am influent infused filled with Him;
11/29/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

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