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Possessed

I used to be possessed and I didn't even know. There's times I'd want to go someplace and I couldn't even go. Sometimes it was my job or maybe my responsibility. I don't know what it was but I had this inability to do whatever I wanted. I was never truly free. I don't know how it happened but my possessions possessed me. Now I've finally reached that stage. I can give it all away. Now if the Lord called on me I could walk with Him today. Yes I could give it all up for the Lord though I'm to poor to even sing. I may have nothing that you see but I tell you, I have everything. Amen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/23/2009 4:36:00 AM
amen, allen. your new found faith is evident in your strong prose. very well written and expressive
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Date: 4/23/2009 3:52:00 AM
I had stuff from ac/dc to iron maiden owwch not a good choice I know but when I came to God the rest was unimportant anymore, God first I listen to christian music now and christian rock, Gods' got an army by age of faith is a great song, anyway God bless you from diane
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Date: 4/23/2009 3:48:00 AM
Amen so beautiful, material things wear and fade have no value Bud God lives forever, we are rich in Love through Gods' Grace, I hate money and material stuff, God is and always will be our gratest, the only one we need, I love this poem of breaking free, when i fist Found God when i truly found him and knew him Gave my life to him I got rid of all my heavy metal Cds I did not have to but i knew Now i had him I didn't need anything else only he could fill the gap in my life. cont...
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Date: 4/23/2009 2:59:00 AM
Amen and amen! I gave up the posessions...not everything, but a lot. I live a simple life, now. (I'm in a happy place...NO NOT and insane assylum LOL) God can do wonderous things. You have said it well in this poem. Always, Dane
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