Sunday, September 12, 2010

No More


I have grown tired of you



Your ways


The idolatrous tendencies

The vain ambitions

The self-servedness


I loathe you


For luring me in

For weighing me down

For letting you win


You have stolen years of my life



But no more



Fore I have found what I have been looking for


My Everything


Divine healer

Rock on which I stand

Bestower of countless blessings


Root of all that is good


Supplier of strength

Dispenser of discipline

Provider of peace


Words cannot begin to express how happy I am with God


So there you have it


We have grown apart

Or I grew up

Away from you




Flesh




Know that we will never be cordial

I despise you


We are not adversaries

You are the enemy


We are not squabbling

We are at war


With God

I will fight you diligently


Though I will fall

Battles will be lost


I will get up

The war will be won.




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