Poetry

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TESTIMONY

All this time I thought it was about me Lord. My ministry, my deliverance, my healing, my life, my time
I sat at the table of prosperity and asked you to heap another scoop of blessings and I'd be fine
I traveled around and sought out prophets and pastors that tickled my ears and gave me goosebumps
I didn't realize that you were asking me to fast from my flesh and destroy the enemy of my soul - this one
I proclaimed I knew you by shouting and raising my hands all the while I was bound by invisible chains
Religion told me to clean up my face and proclaimed that godliness was a means of gain
It blamed the devil at every turn and cunningly shrouded my flesh never realizing it was me, myself and I
It wasn't until you pulled me from its grip that I saw the truth as you tore the scales from my eyes
It's all about you, you're glory, your ways, your life, your time and your ministry
It was so much easier to just sing the words but to live them was another thing entirely
You gave me a cross fashioned just for me and told that to live is Christ and to die is gain
You pulled me from the potter's shelf and placed me in the purifying fire of pain
I saw all my impurities rise to the top and as they were coming out I lost my self-righteousness and pride
For the first time in my walk with you I understood what it meant to be your bride
I looked hard for you while in the fire but you showed me I was losing me
Through all the fire and tribulation I will one day become the child you want me to be

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