Poetry

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Today I stand in faith, fall down in praise, stamp the first page of this novel, follow God full throttle. I laid down the bottle and started to drink from the fountain of life. As His sweet water flew in my soul it melted the piece of ice around my stone heart, making me feel alive for the first time. My heart started to beat, I woke from a 25-year winter's sleep, woken by the Sheperd retreiving His lost sheep. Why, oh, why? The question I ask while I cry and the tears flow like rivers of salt from my eyes. Why does God love me this much, that He will not leave me lost, instead die on a cross, and pay the highest cost for me to be set free from slavery. The prison gates fell open, the chains were broken. All that God requested was that His name be spoken, to the lonely, the lost and the broken. I am chosen, and so are you! Take off the blindfolds and spread the Truth. The truth will set you free, who the Son sets free is free indeed. We are called to the front-line, to cut the fine lines, the big lies disguised as blue skies; help the mothers who cry because their sons die, trying to be mainstream and catch the high tide. The filth of this world is swept under the rug, subliminal programming rotting the minds of little ones, guiding their attention away from God. We are obligated as the children of Christ to shine His light and not be silent, not to turn a blind eye and not be caught up in our own lives. We should stand together, we should love one another, fight for our brother, spread the Gospel, make God the focus of a worldly free will. We should make it our war-cry: "we will lift His name high, whether we live or die, we will testify. We serve one God, we'll reach out to those who do not."

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