TITLE: I Cry
By Temetrie Encarnacion
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Rom. 6:1, Rom. 8 (whole chapter)
I cry and I weep. My soul laments for the distaste and the distain
I have towards this world. There is no pleasure left within me.
I cry out from my depths of my belly.
Growing in my womb is a fire that sears into my flesh, anticipating for
Your glory to be revealed. When I heard the spoken word make
confirmation with my spirit man, I cried out praises of thanksgiving,
I was elated with joy unspeakable.
I was told that putting this flesh to death would lead to the revelation of the “True Me”.
I cried. I bellowed out psalms of praise, knowing You have not forgotten me.
All my other cries were of distress and tears filled with bitterness despising Your process. Angrily I sobbed…”Why GOD?” “Why?
I know now that these growing pains are for my good.
Stretching me to reach the fulfillment of my destiny.
With hope, I lift my head towards the sky.
I use to walk around aimlessly, muttering.
Spouting a mantra with no meaning.
A repetition that had neither reason nor rhyme.
What next GOD? How Long GOD?
When will it be my time?
His reply provoked me. It stirred my soul.
Yahweh told me that I make the decision of when and how to reach my goals.
He softly replied and said He gave me “all the power”
to launch out into the deep. “Go and be courageous my child.”
“Display my excellence and be bold.”
I roar out loud! I go from glory to glory. My time is here! My time is now!
So I submit private supplication that cannot be uttered. Now my cries consist
Of fervent effectual prayers that reach You oh Lord into the Heavens.
I sing of praises to You mighty King. For you have shown me that I matter.
From the time of my conception, till the date of my birth,
You have walked out my steps for me.
No longer do I let my tears hold me in captivity,
or the pain of my past tell me what I worth.
For You to cried when You gave Your only Begotten Son,
The tears that were shed on the cross, none can compare.
It was the sins of many that brought You such sorrow.
Because Christ cried out “It is finished”,
died on a cursed tree, I have hope for tomorrow.
(work in progress)
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