I will permit no man to degrade my soul by making me hate him.
                         ~Booker T. Washington
 

To be in the Presence of Angels

How does one breathe when others are sucking up all of the air?

Good Mornings

Good Nights

Fallacy of the Flesh

In a loss of awareness of my flesh

Entrenched in the realm of my Spiritual self

Look at faces and see the blank stares of despair

Spirits dying to be set free before carnal death

Holy Spirit directs me to dig deeper than before

Shallow waters sink quickly and fade with the shore

The Spirit is always hungry for more

Sin and deliverance are now at war

My heart remains heavy for those who lack understanding

Rather stay quiet, but God is commanding

That I speak from the Spirit (Spirit’s demanding)

Step forward two fold, for on faith I am standing

 

Unconscious by day, yet awake while I’m dreaming

Pray to The Father to keep me from screaming

Get lost in the stars; why are they twinkling and gleaming?

Led straight by the word, while on reality leaning

Fasting for peace, knowledge, and clarity

Waiting on the promises that He has declared for me

Disgusted by deception, egotism, and vanity

Gaining Godly wisdom while losing my own sanity

God sees my weaknesses, but He knows my strengths

He hears my confessions and knows my intent

But what’s the use sinning if when we repent

We return to the place in which our conscience is bent?

I look into eyes with no soul left inside

Humility abandoned and replaced with selfish pride

By God, we are created, but by flesh we abide?

There’s a fallacy in that. It just doesn’t feel right