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Rashante Porter Poem
TRACES REMAIN OF THE MANY STAINS,UPON MY CHEEKS FROM FALLEN TEARS,ONCE BROKEN,NOW,UNDER CONSTRUCTION.MY HEART COULD NOT BREATHE LET ALONE PROPERLY BEEP TO THE TUNE THAT GOD HAD GIVEN IT,I HAD ALLOWED ALL THAT STUFF,THAT OLD BAGGAGE TO SUFFICATE MY PRAISE,MY WORSHIP,MY HEART AND MY SOUL,ITS FUNNY HOW CERTAIN SITUATIONS CAN MAKE LIFE UNFOLD,YOU WERE THE MEDICINE I NEEDED U WERE JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED,THE ONLY PROBLEM WAS I DIDNT PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE READING ON THE PAPER THAT SAID PRESCRIPTION,YOU WAS SUPPOSE TO BE THERE TO PREVENT MY HEART FROM BEING BROKEN,I THOUGHT,I WAS WRONG.I WAS SUPPOSE TO TAKE A 30 DAY DOSE OF U,BUT U BECAME A 7 YEAR DRUG.I GOT HIGH OFF OF U, I BECAME A ADDICT TO UR MENTAL ABUSE,SO MUCH TO THE POINT OF ME THINKING IT WAS RIGHT,EVEN NOW I STILL TAKE DOSES OF U,THINKING U WOULD CURE MY DISEASE,MY BROKEN HEART,MY WOUNDED SOUL,STILL NOT UNDERSTANDING YOU ARE THE REASON .I BEGIN TO REMEMBER ANYTHING YOU DO TO MUCH OF IS A SIN,NO I KEPT GOING BACK TO THE PHARMACY GETTING REFILLS OF YOU,NOT BELIEVING THE REAL DOCTOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT OFF OF U,HE HAD PRE WARNED ME ABOUT THAT PRESCRIPTION WHICH WAS U,SO ITS LIKE I DID SOME IDOL WORSHIPPING,I CHOOSE U TO MAKE ME FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF,INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO ALREADY KNEW WHAT MAKE ME LAUGH,WHAT MAKE ME CRY,WHAT MAKE STAY COMING BACK,WHAT MOVE ME FAR AWAY,YES,THE POTTER WHO MADE ME THE CLAY.HE EVEN OFFERED ME TIME AND TIME AGAIN TO RUN AND DONT LOOK BACK,HE SENT THE RED PILL WHICH TOLD ME THAT BY HIS STRIPES I HAD BEEN HAELED,AND THAT MY SINS ARE FORGIVEN,THAT I JUST HAD TO FORGIVE MYSELF,THE PURPLE PILL THAT SAID I AM ROYALTY,THE WHITE PILL WAS FOR THE PURGING I WOULD NEED TO MAKE ME PURE AGAIN.THEN BAM!!!JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS DONE HERE I GO AGAIN TAKING ANOTHER DOSE OF U.I TOOK THE GREEN PILL WHICH WAS JEALOUSLY,ENVY,AND STRIFE.SO ,AT THAT POINT I REALIZED IT WAS DEEP REAL DEEP,SO I ASKED GOD TO GIVE ME SOMETHING THAT WOULD REDEEM ME.AND HE GAVE ME PSALMS 49V15 BUT GOD WILL REDEEM MY SOUL FROM THE POWER OF THE GRAVE:FOR HE SHALL RECEIVE ME, SELAH.AFTER THAT I BEGIN TO EAT SMALL PORTIONS THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME BY PASTORS,PROPHETS,SO FORTH AND SO ON,I WAS FINALLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.I ASKED THE LORD TO HAVE MERCY UPON ME,O GOD ACCORDING TO THY LOVINGKINDNESS ACCORDING UNTO THE MULTITUDES OF THY TENDER MERCIES,BLOT OUT MY TRANGRESSION,WASH ME THROUGHLY FROM MINE INIQUITY AND CLEANSE ME FROM MY SIN,I WENT ON TO SAY PURGE WITH HYSSOP,AND I SHALL BE CLEAN,WASH ME AND I SHALL BE WHITER THAN SNOW.MAKE ME TO HEAR JOY AND GLADNESS THAT THE BONES WHICH THOU HAST BROKEN MAY REJOICE.HIDE THY FACE FROM MY SINS;AND BLOT OUT ALL MINE INIQUITIES.CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART,AND RENEW A RIGHT SPIRIT WITHIN ME.RESTORE UNTO ME THE JOY OF THY SALVATION AND UPHOLD ME WITH THY FREE SPIRIT.THEN I HEARD GOD SPEAK AND SAY TAKE UR TIME AND GET TO KNOW ME.HE SAID I MUST STUDY TO SHOW MYSELF APPROVED.HE SAID OH,TASTE AND SEE THAT THE LORD IS GOOD,AND KNOW THAT U ARE UNDER THE CARE OF THE GREAT PHYSICIAN,YOU ARE BEING REBUILT BECAUSE YOU HAVE OPENED YOUR HEART AND RECEIVED MY SPIRIT,UR FOUNDATION HAVE NOW BEEN SET AND YOU ARE UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
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Rashante Porter Poem
AS I LOOK BACK,INTO THE MANY YEARS OF MY LIFE I REALIZE I WAS SUFFOCATED
I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY IT FELL APART,THERE WAS NO ROOM LEFT FOR ME
LET ALONE YOU TO BREATHE.I PLUGGED UP MY EARS SO I WOULD NOT HEAR YOUR VOICE
I COVERED MY EYES SO THAT I WOULD NOT SEE.I HID MY FACE SO YOU COULD NOT TRACE THE PAIN THAT WAS INSIDE OF ME.
NOW HERE I AM AT YOUR THRONE I FALLEN DOWN AT YOUR FEET,I AM PLEADING THE BLOOD OVER MY LIFE,LORD,MY LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME
FORGIVE ME FOR THE PAIN I HAVE CAUSED IN MY OWN LIFE AND THOSE AROUND ME
FORGIVE ME FOR THE TIMES I HAVE IGNORED THE BLOOD THAT WAS SHED FOR ME.
BREATHE,BREATHE,BREATHE AGAIN IS WHAT I HEAR YOU CONTINUE TO SAY
MY EARS ARE UNSTOPPED,MY HEART STARTS TO SPEAK AND SAY LORD PLEASE HAVE ME YOUR WAY.SO IN THE MIDST OF THE STORM AND WHILE STANDING IN THE RAIN YOU BEGIN TO BREAK EVERY CHAIN.FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD TO THE SOUL OF MY FEET YOU UNSHACKLE EVERY UNGODLY THING.YOU TELL ME TO SHAKE THE DUST FROM MY FEET A SACRIFICE I SHALL BRING, ,I HAVE COME TO YOU AND PRESENT MYSELF AS A OFFERING.MY LIPS ARE SHOUTING,MY FEET ARE DANCING,MY HANDS I AM RAISING TO YOU. I THANK YOU FATHER FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE ALL PRAISES BELONG TO YOU THERE IS A SPACE THAT WAS CREATED JUST FOR YOU ITS THE WHOLE BEING OF ME THAT YOU CREATED TO WORSHIP ONLY YOU
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Rashante Porter Poem
TAKEN,TO THIS DARK AND LONELY PLACE,WHERE I CAN'T SLEEP SO I STAY AWAKE.SEEKING MY WAY BACK INTO DAYLIGHT, SO I CLOSE MY EYES AND I HELD MY BREATH TIGHT.THEN I REALIZE I WAS MISTAKEN,ONLY TO KNOW I HAD A RUDE AWAKENING.SHAKEN,BEATEN,STABBED,EVEN SHOT,YEAH,THAT WAS THE PUNISHMENT I GOT,SO I KNEELED DOWN ON BOTH MY KNEES,AND I ASKED THE LORD,TO HELP ME PLEASE,TAKE ME FROM THIS PLACE I WAS TAKEN,HE SAID"BABY GIRL THIS IS A RUDE AWKENING"I HAD TO SHOW U WHERE U WOULD END UP,IF U DID'NT DRINK FROM UR BITTER CUP,SO I SAID "LORD,HAVE MERCY ON ME,AND GIVE ME YOUR LIGHT SO I CAN SEE",HE SAID FIRST YOU MUST ENDURE SOME PAIN,BUT TRUST IN GOD AND CALL ON JESUS NAME,I SAID "LORD,I'VE TRIED, BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PRAY,LET ME TOUCH THE HEM OF YOUR GARMENT AND I WILL BE OKAY.HE SAID KEEP HOPE,AND FAITH,AND TRUST IN THE END,AND BE BLESSED AND EXPERIENCE A SPIRITUAL AWAKENING.
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