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Spiritual Incarceration

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SPIRITUAL INCARCERATION

Bound, chained, and shackled is where you can find my spirit

Locked up, locked down is where you can find my spirit

Satan is the warden of the prison and his demons are the guards

at the gate

I didn't even have a trial and he sealed my fate

Now I'm locked away in this prison called Spiritual Incarceration

Where he wants to keep me for the next generation

Institutionalize is the goal

Where he can work on my spirit and take my soul

The warden said he wants to isolate me in my cell,

put me on death row, and sentence me to hell

How did I get locked away in this prison called Spiritual

Incarceration where he wants to keep me for the next generation?

I was destined to be great, now I'm sitting in my cell and waiting

on my fate

Twenty-four hour lock down with no time on the yard

I guess that's supposed to keep me from God

I don't think Satan realize I made a call to my lawyer, Jesus, and

he said - Keep the Faith and Hold On.

Satan made a personal visit to my cell and said - Tonight is the

night I will see you in hell.

The guards escorted me down the hall to the electric chair

I was so full of faith that I really didn't care

Strapped to the chair with the currents on high

Tonight is the night I was supposed to die

But wait...

The phone rings in my death chamber; it's a call from the Most

High

Where He tells Satan - Release him for it's not his time to die

Set him free, for his soul belongs to Me

I let you have him for over 12 years of his life

Now it's time to show him his purpose-driven life

I let you take him to the valley of the shadow of death

I let you take him to the lake of fire

I let you take him to jail, to show him flashes of hell

But I can't let you take his soul for it belongs to ME,

So un-strap the chair and set him free

The Holy Ghost is here to make sure everything is cool,

So Satan don't act like a fool

God...Why was I left here with no hope or desire,

for I knew all along Satan was a liar?

You were baptized by water with reaching the kingdom as your

ultimate desire

So I had to let Satan have you and put you through the fire

The Holy Ghost is here now to be a guide for your heart

Now it's time to be a witness for ME and do your part

My God!! My God!!

You have been great to me, for I'm no longer in spiritual

incarceration because you set me free

God let your will be done with the Holy Ghost leading the way

Jesus didn't even charge me, for He paid with his blood on the

cross on that special day

I'm Free!!!

I'm Free!!!

Thank God, I'm Free!!!

Through My Eyes A Life of Poetry and Prose: Zebulon Brooks

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Ms.PoeticPassion says:

I praise his name each and everyday! I enjoyed readind this.~blessings~
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2b2b2 says:

Amen, uplifting read.....thanks.....ONE
 

zebthepoet says:

thank you

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