Category : Poems

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Ive become so isolated
Just wasting away.awaiting the day
That i just lay down to die
Overwhelmed by the shear wight
Of the chains that hang 
From every aspect of my life
I want to live so why i ask myself why
Do i lie flat out in this supine position
Wishing i would have humbled myself
In complete submission
To what your spirit had to say
But i had to have it my own way
Just a lump of clay
Spinning and starting to take shape
As the potter begain to shave away
Left over residue of death
And mental decay with but one decision
For me to make simply obey
No more no less Gods word 
Through his spirit started to work
From somewhere deep inside of me
A notable change begain to acure
As God through his infinate grace
Dispersed through his word
The light of truth to pierce through
The deepest darkest depths of my soul
And mold unto Himself 
An image of His Son
Reflecting the glory of the arisen King