To: God from LETTER
I stood at the top of the mountain, and looked down, and yelled, “I made it!”..
Soon after…
I realized it was only a mole hill…
And that mole hill, made me stand still…
It made my fabrications, all seem real…
It made all my dreams, seem to be fake…
It made all my blessings, seem to be late…
Then…
I realized my misinterpretation…
My anxiety fueled my over anticipation…
Sparks flew, in dark rooms, that I didn’t even know I walked into…
My issues, were in tune, with me drifting further than I meant to…
My outcomes, and outcries, were all based on my lies…
And when my spirit would try, my sins would whisper just be quiet…
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But where the devil thought the sparks would fly, and catch on to my mind…
Slowly latch on to my spirit…
And then burn me down with time…
There, God unlocked the door for me…
And said this one is mine
Then he drenched my worldly fire…
And then gave me peace of mind…
See God not only fights our battles…
But he fights our fires too…
He fought one deep inside of me…
So I could fight in you…
He showed me what the lies could do…
Now I confide in truth…
I stand real tall on solid ground…
And tell that mountain move…
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So when the remnants of your past don’t resemble the dreams that you once had…
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Remember not to overlook the present…
There is a gift in your presence…
There’s illustrations in your essence…
Subliminals in your message…
Opportunities in your lessons…
Obligations with your blessings…
Reassurance in your stresses…
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It doesn’t matter if you’re well versed, and well churched, and all your answers, have been rehearsed…
We all have mountains…
We all have fires…
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Move!