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7x70 Testimonies of My Soul
Now that youve heard about the Da Vinci Code, I think the world might be ready to receive this message abode. The Revelations of my soul reveals stories untold. About a child, although without penetration, Was conceived by force through Satans imitation . And how God intervened to help my mom make the right choice. And without any strife, her choice was pro-life. On behalf of my mother, Jesus told Satan, To get thee behind. You counterfeit creator, you cant give life. Im the only life giver, so this child will be mine.
A child thats half black and half white, Race is determined by the dominant color. In the secular world, you know black is right. But, in the Spiritual world where Jesus left his mark. The Light of God supersedes the dark. Yes Im a mulatto in the latter form, Conceived in the darkness in the shadow of death, But overpowered by the brilliance of the light of God On the day I was born.
Now its time to let the world know just who I am. That Ive been redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb. I once was lost, but now Im found. Cause Im a child of God, His daughter of Zion. All through my life Ive been told That I was an evil child Still, up to this day even though Ive grown old. I guess Ill have to endure until the day of my demise. That people are going to judge me, Mainly because of the color of my eyes. They say look at that girl with those devil eyes. Youd better stay away from her if you are wise.
Some people call me a Jesus freak, Some even say that they think Im crazy. I let them know with my spirit so meek, How Jesus saved me, and kept my body from pushing up daisies.
I like Lazarus, was raised from the dead. I declare, I was touched by Jesus as He sat on my bed. The sound of His voice made my heart quiver, As He said, Go back, I have a message for you to deliver.
Satan desires me, this I know. But my soul belongs to Jesus, for He told me so. The great deceiver of men has tried to turn me against My Father in Heaven But Jesus was there for my defense. Every time I turned around there was something new, There were so many cases, but Ill only list a few:
The discovery of a counterfeit conception and an illegitimate child. Then being abused, ridiculed and accused of being evil and wild. Rejected by the world my destiny met fate, The next thing I knew I had a warlock for a mate. A man who sold his soul to the devil, Wanted to take our relationship to the next level. He took me on whirlwind of a ride, In that marriage I could no longer abide. I took back the name that my momma gave me. I received the Holy Spirit that my Father sent me.
Then raped by a so called man of the cloth, I immediately left the Church, because with God I was wroth. When I got the call that in my new Pastors home, Where they were doing drugs and getting stoned. They said that my brother had died of an overdose. I cried out, Oh God not my brother, Wayne. Those doors to that Church I will surely close. I didnt know what to do to ease the pain.
Then my child was molested in my new found Church. Oh God only You know how much that hurt. So I called the police like a good mother would do. I didnt blame the Church, I didnt even try to sue. Seven times seventy I said in my heart, From this Church, I will not depart. Then I was scorned by the church members and often criticized. Being judged by hearsay, and Satans lies. Yet Im always called on to do work for the Church, And I very seldom, ever get recognized.
Its a thorn in my side, and the cross I must bear. Ive been stripped of all pride and humiliated With a life of despair. But we wrestle not against flesh and blood, But against the principalities of the darkness of this world. So here I stand holding on to Gods hand with my head held high Still obeying Gods Commands, as I continue to give life yet another try.
Like Jesus, Ill hold fast to my faith til the day I die. Giving God praises, and to glorify. To be a witness for Him, and to testify, So people get ready, Cause Jesus is coming, and soon well be going home. Jesus is coming to take from this world his own.
I Can remember the day on my moms dying bed, How she looked up at me and repeatedly said, If Jesus is for you, the devil cant harm you. Then she asked me to read Psalm 35. Which was the last time I saw my mother alive. Thats when I knew I had much work to do, To vindicate my soul, and my mothers too. In defense of my mom, Virgin ya Moore Like some people may think, was not a whore. Like Mary, she had no say or pleasure In conceiving the child that she bore. For the mistakes that we later made, Through the blood of Jesus, our debts are paid. He told us both, to go and sin no more.
Now you have the message, believe it, or not. I have God as my witness, that this is my lot. And theres nothing in this story that I lied about.
The Holy Spirit that abides in my heart, Tells me that by the will and the grace of God Ive done my part.
To my Brothers and Sisters in Christ, I must confess, It took me a while to realize how much Ive been truly blessed.
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