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Judge a tree by the fruit that it gives to the masses
Put on your glasses
Either spew forth nothing but truth or just shut up & cry.
I’ve swallowed my pride, my old me has died
My old self has been denied
Because it desperately tried.
To resurrect once again inside.
But to the lord I bowed to, prayed to & cried!
Never again shall I ever defy or deny.
I asked him for forgiveness with sincerity of heart
He is GOD and my soul is transparent
He can easily differentiate my lies like a parent
It’s quite apparent that he took my heart of ice
Without thinking twice
Took away all of my pain and gave me the power to overcome my vice
Now I feel nice
Because my heart is no longer cold like ice or bitter like the snow
But rather its white like snow and now my skills have jumped twice
Two times better the man I used to be
Like AOL version 20.3 you see.
And now that I am fully aware
That not only does GOD care
But is more than willing to bestow His blessings
He first must transform your flesh into a beacon of light
So that people could see you even if they walk in the pit of the night
The darkness of the evening
You can free them
Not you but Christ that dwells and lives through you.
You must study diligently the language of your fathers
So you can willingly, lovingly and humbly set forth the standard of righteousness
So people who watch from the side lines can see how much you are fighting this
They can try to dismiss this
But when I am fully gone, they will then miss this.
My spirit & soul has mourned for too long
Now God has granted me not only permission
But by my submission has made me strong
I will then be able and more than capable
To continue to fight my fight of plight
Because existing in the divine light
I am always transparent and so are my intentions
People could see any emotional prevention and the SINFUL detection
Of potential disgust in the mist of human weakness & lust
If my spirit gets wet by sin and begins to once again rust…
… But it won’t
So don’t think that I can’t fly because my fruit will make you must
Making the point moot
I already took out from my mouth, my foot
Already took out my splinter that was deep in my eye
So now the tears that pour forth from my eyes are the cries
Of one who is full of internal relief to know that by Gods grace
He is still alive to continue to strive with spiritual pride
And I will do my best with the power of Christ to never again
His name, presence or His love deny!
SkTzO
