The Devil's Noose (Moving On) Poem by Poetess Denise N. Fyffe

While every day I am hustling

Those days I am tussling

The devil won't let me loose

As around my neck he has got a noose;

I try to rely on God to pave my way

I try that His commandments I obey

But temptation and provocation

Adds to my daily frustrations

And when I am driving, or even cruising

Death pushes out and my tongue releases some unholy sayings;

So, every day I am hustling

Those days I am tussling

The devil won't let me loose

As around my neck he has got a noose;



In my skin I try to abide

While applying man's rules

Attached to God's laws;

The free spirit I am

I swim in discontent

My soul is miserable

Because my spirit lives in restraints;

For decades I tried to abide by those ‘man rules'

It was easier to live by God's laws

And the rebel within hated those rules;

But as I observe

Those set above me to serve

They never applied and to my face

They consistently lied;

Hypocrisy and lies from the pulpit I cannot abide

A holy anger, I have tried to subside;

But no such luck would I have

Because a hypocrite I am not;

Dipped at 11

Pursued and persecuted from birth I already knew to whom

I am threat As well as my God given worth;



The older I got, the more He revealed

The more He prepared,

The more the rebel could not be concealed;

Lies and hypocrisy I could not abide

Disappointment grew and tears spring

Like life's blood gushing from my eyes;

They have not yet subsided

Even with knees bent

The noose seemed too tight

And so I continued to barely live with these restraints;



What I experienced as a child To me now was a lie

That holy house now revolting

A truth only God understood And sent me scouting;

The bible said when all else fails, stand

That's what I did for years Like the well's paralyzed man;

How could I not look back, like Lots wife?

How could I forget about the ones who influenced my spiritual life?

But even now I live in God's grace

Because from me He has never hid His face;

Even when I ran away and became bound by this noose

He visited often talked with me in the dungeon and occasionally loosened that noose;

You see to be free was all up to me

This I knew, this He revealed to me;

But the strength I had to first obtain

Even though I stood paralyzed

At seeing hypocrites working and defiling my Father's name;



A house tainted

To be cleaned up in God's time

I have to understand this problem was not mine;

I had to understand my soul was wounded and I needed to be feed I have to accept,

I was no longer permitted to drink in a place where I was considered a fiend;

So through the desert my journey continues

With a noose to remind me

I could simply die now if I choose;

But the warrior is still alive inside

And Jesus already paid my price To give up would be to dishonor Him I have no choice;

In this battle I must continue to be vicious

And the devil to outsmart, outlive and worship the true King;



My hands grow stronger each and every day

And I loosen that noose more and more each day

Getting over heartbreak is never easy

Especially when you revisit the house

And with suspicion they spy me;

Flinging insults from the pulpit while shaking in some spirit

Because Christ and the Holy Spirit could never be a part of this;

Staining the air and labeling women as witches

My soul at near death with just the memory of it;

Like a deer in headlights I stumble in confusion

For this was not the house I remembered

This was a den in Babylon;



Many may practice their witchcraft under the guise of prophecy

Having lived through His tutelage for many decades,

The fakeness was easy to see;

True prophecy breathes life

And not feed the lukewarm to the whale in the sea

True prophets are cautious

Because God would break them

Before he allowed one of His to be lost at sea;



I guess that level of school is out for today

Cause not even at its doors God would have me pray;

Wounded, hurt after being reviled

At God's hospice, I currently reside;

Tears like a river I continue to cry

Because leaving two decades of history is not easy for this child;

Lord knows my heart bleeds

Through the words in these lines But the noose must go

As I attain to cross the line

And be by God's side;

Words, people, carriages he has sent

Even when with my soul I was hell bent;

As the scales fall from my eyes

It is my destiny

To speak the words on God's mind;

If to get there I must leave

Then to God's leading I will cleave;

If to be who God has destined me to be

I must walk away find a brand new home

And remove the devil's noose from off me.-Selah