Twisted
Father, my insides are vomiting.
It’s quailing all my strength, to not split into insanity.
This does not want to leave,
But please, come here and reprieve.
Whatever it is, let it all fall out,
And replace it with Thy love’s unending amount.
Christ please, get into me, and work Thy healing.
Take this heart, mind and voice, and let them sing!
The demons want all parts of me,
But I must now in haste, be set free.
I can’t bear these burdens anymore,
So please, bury them on the ocean’s floor.
My sweet child, we will work in you a good while,
For it takes some time to undo utter revile.
Your spirit is like the purest refined gold,
But your earthly flesh has grown old, like rotten mold.
We will now neutralize your body’s ill cravings,
By separating you, as resurrection from a grave.
Your fulfillment will come as My prophesy,
To revive all those likewise lost in misery.
You are not lost, this is all part of the cost.
Be of strong faith and a good courage,
For your fall is part of it all, and you shall be washed.
You must learn to crawl, and be encouraged.
This test will surely make you your best,
As you always remember, you are beloved and blest.
God has a plan, for you are His lovely child.
Remember His love for you, is ever pure and mild.
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