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STRANGER vs CHRIST


Dear Stranger

HI!

You and I met in 2015

in a place I'd never call home

a school I'd never call mine

a place too congested and confused by your 'troll

somehow,somewhere I became a victim

HI!

you and your midgets told me

I`d never succeed

I`d never be the star I intended to be

In a period of 3 years you have become nothing but a burden on my shoulders

HI!

because of you I have carried a sense of doubt

a reluctant belief in the impossible

you have filled my mind with corrupted images with hopes that I became stagnant

In these 3 years my subordinate have become my leaders

the weak are too superior

you have disturbed my whole existence

blocked my veins
 
and

suffocated me with doubt

plunged a dagger of sin through my heart and bled my soul to death

As if this is not enough

HI!

you held my mind captive in your world

full of hate and servitude

you forced a flood of tears to slip down my cheeks

as my heart quakes from the igniting pain

the tsunami of my emotions begins to rise and overwhelm me

as the rushing hurricane of fear drives me away

 but that`s fine because

on the same year I met someone so much

greater and powerful than thee

he lived in a man who replaced my father in a second

not pure nor holy but he is worthy of my love

he breath back life into my existence

unveiled my eyes

made sure I saw a vision far much greater nd powerful than you have allowed

he gave life to the specie you aimed to kill,steal and destroy (John 10 v 10)

yet that`s not enough

he protects and Shepard`s our lives

he is the great I am

he is the only man to walk on water

the lion of Judah

the true Son of God

he is Jehovah Elohim

Jehovah Shammah

in his palm he has inscribe my name

for he is

the author of life

with his words he builds, mends and changes lives

his eyes are sharper than those of an eagle

he knew me before i knew the world

Again

he is the great I am

the salt of the earth, the light of the world

the God of the impossible

the creator of heaven and earth

and from dust he perfectly sculpted man .

 

 

 

 

 
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