Eyes open to the awareness of what thought brought to me,
So I fight to gain strength in this atmosphere fear is no-longer an option if the enemy advances my shield of faith will halt them;
Wash’n off this residue,
moving towards my righteous station I’m driven to pursue what’s in me; reaching through the pool of sorrow, muddy hands reaching for the light of tomorrow, the time I’m on is borrowed so I must leave these weights behind no more space for despair on my mind.
A voice woven upon the wind speaks a command too end,
“COME OUT OF THE MOTHER OF HARLOTRY & ABOMINATIONS;”
“I’VE SENT YOU TO THE NATIONS DELIVERING THESE WORDS THAT WILL SAVE THEM;
YOU, MY CHAMPION, ARE HEAVEN SENT TO AID THEM.
“COME OUT OF HER DESPAIR!”
I come out more aware of my selection for perfection by Thee Authority. I must realize there’s more too who I AM to be;
Sorrows’ Atrophy isn’t Me!
Time to be about the business of My Father demonstrating the reality of His Kingdom upon Earths alters pushing through, leaping over obstacles, the definition of ” Quitting Ins’t Possible
Attitude on display coming out of depression striding with power footsteps making historic impressions.
My Father shows me that I gain strength through transition breaking out of drudgery into my mission with one decision,
“‘I’M LEAVING YOU–
reaching out of her darkness towards the light,
“I AM LIVING…,”