A fog you put before me so I could not see
I couldn't break the control of you inside of thee.
You laughed and clasped your hands to your hips
words of anger came from your lips.
Now I have power to make a choice
with my new story I create with my voice.
For we are made in God's image
and we can either speak a blessing or a curse-
we need to be able to discern it's spirits
controlling people and not be caught up in their dirt.
Only the wisdom of God's Spirit can help us with our hurt.
Hurt from other people who did not know they were controlled
themselves-
for the spirit realm is only God's law which is above
we have to read the Holy Bible and hear God's voice
who corrects us with love.
By Suzae Chevalier on June 3,2008
updated on October 6,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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