Poetry

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I am a daughter of Creation’s Creator.
For all of my life I pray to exist in His favor.
My Father is so loving; He overflows with mercy.
He sent His Son Jesus when man was so dirty.

I am a daughter of the Sweet Holy Spirit.
That is my title and so proudly I’ll wear it.
My Father made flesh is Jesus Christ.
He’s author of salvation and Savior of my life.

I am a daughter of the Father of ALL man.
My life in eternity rests in His holy hands.
When trouble comes near; no slumber as I lay;
I place a call to my Father; He listens as I pray.

I am a daughter of the God of Secret Dreams.
Align YOUR will with HIS; and find out what I mean.
I am a daughter of a mother who fervently beseeched Him.
I exist in THE LIGHT because my Mama’s prayers reached Him.

Like a bird in flight Christ rose me UP FROM THE DUST.
Christ touched my spirit and flight became a must.
The stroke of His hands gave a boost to my very essence.
I’ve had many feelings; not one ever quite so pleasant.

Like a bird in flight Christ rose me UP FROM THE DUST.
I am now safe in Jesus, in whom I place all faith and trust.
Don’t cut off your own wings heeding the Dark One’s call.
He’s the adversary and he hates you; he wishes you to fall.

As a tour guide my Savior guides me on a path so narrow.
As I soar He watches me, just as He sees the sparrow.
When life’s seasons change I have no need to fly south.
He foresees all my needs before I even open my mouth.

Like an eagle you shall rise as you keep to God’s will.
When winter arrives He’ll keep you safe and warm still.
Be an eagle my beloved one; fly straight into the light.
Surrender ALL to Jesus; I promise- your spirit will take flight.

Like an ostrich you live with your head wedged in the ground.
In the dark you can’t see when the old demon comes around.
Respectfully beseech Christ Jesus; your repentance is a must.
He’ll pardon your sins…and you shall rise…UP FROM THE DUST.

BY: Sharon Reid-Robinson
Copyright 2007

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