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Mother Lillie Mae Dixon, my dear grandmother in law, (God rest her precious soul), she was a cute, and frail little granny with bifocals on her precious round face, that when she looked at you, she saw straight through you, and you knew through her expression alone, how you made her feel. She had this adorable short stepping little walk, and she was a busy bee. She was some kind of woman too, and you could see that in her strut, that she knew of her authority. 

You could tell that she was a mama who had done her share of spankings in her day. I loved myself some her, and she loved herself some me. Well there was one time, when I was having some kind of day. As I helped hang clothes on the lines in her back yard, she knew I was sad and feeling low; and she looked at me through those magnified lenses of hers smiling... and she said, “Listen here. You learn this little song,” She then sang this song encourage me, in her own way reminding me of my delegated authority in Christ Jesus:

“Me and the devil, had a tussle, and I won... me and the devil had a tussle, and i wonnn, me and the devil, we don’t agree... I hate the devil, and he hates me, me and the devil... ohhh had a tussle, and I won!”

After writing this poem, I thought of her. There weren’t many people I met in my life, that really got me then, like this woman. She knew what I needed know then, my precious Mama Dixon.

 

 

 

 

MY AUTHORITY Would that they knew the Great I Am, Boldly there as there is sky, It is my Father I'm speaking of, not so much as I. If only they knew who’s that I am, by delegated authority, Not that it's vital that I am known, than the greater One in me. By victory wrought on my behalf, by His own divinity, His precious blood on mercy seat, my blood bought victory. How is it now that I am meek? With such power within me sown, It is His glory that I seek, and no glory of my own. T'is not my strengths that I delight, No earthly place of fame, But that in glory am I heard of, that heaven knows my name. It's for this authority, I can rejoice, Not your typical close, "The End" In the back of the book, the end of story goes, Satan's defeated, and I win!

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