The Burial Or Resurrection

I've been running a race where at the finish line
death and destruction was present.
bounded by the chains coming from the illusions of the mind,
fighting a losing battle with the desires of the flesh,
when my souls wants to be right!
but the devils was overpowering my souls cry

Death and destruction seemed like a worthy solution,
I left God presence and took the devil by the hand,
letting him direct my paths and letting him be the answer to all my situations.
i listenned while the preacher preacher but at the same time I was dying at my sit!

Pain and depression was my mother and father 
and girls were vessels that i needed to keep living
when I thought I was over the situations that were present....
the devil unloaded his clip and filled my body with bullets!
each bullet representing more pain!
more hurt!
more goliaths in my life that i wasn't able to handle
so bound i was weak unable to be david.....!
in  need of desperate guidance from my savior.

I was submitting to the submission that the devil had locked
about to put up the white flag offering my surrender....
God spoke and the chains I was bound with evaporated ,
and he equiped me with a bulletproof vest ready for the devil to unload his clip.

He spoke one more time and there was a burial of  a man of the world....!
and the ressurrection of a new creature from the calling from God....!
whose not a afraid to walk in the valley of the shadow of death..!
fear no evil that the devil posses
who will lay down beside still waters and there God I know may sould will be 
restored.....!

What would you  be of the world and chose eternal damnation 

                                       or
would you be of God and have everlasting life and chosse  the burial and the 
ressurrection
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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