My Ancient Light Of Glory Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

My Ancient Light of Glory,
Shining bright, telling my story,
A heavenly Egyptian tale to be told,
But the Devils cannot comprehend, so they try to withhold.
They want what I possess,
But they cannot understand or access,
The source of my existence,
For it's a gift, a divine inheritance.
They cannot exceed or replicate,
The power within me that radiates,
A comedy to make them laugh,
For they're too busy trying to dim my path.
But it's an understandable uncommon,
For outsiders cannot reach the anointing,
Given only through the blood of God,
Unto the chosen descendants, we are awed.
No stranger can fathom the significance,
Behind the weight of my crown and cross,
An anointing to rise and shine part time,
But to shine in the lowest point, it's a divine sign.
Never forgotten, this light within me,
It's not my own, but an ancestral decree,
Passed down from my Ancient kin,
High above, watching over me, their kin.
Intercessory prayers throughout my being,
Guiding me to make the right decisions,
Daily, to save something for the culture,
Where others have failed, I'll leave a lasting sculpture.
For this enemy that tries to hinder my life,
It's out of their understanding, it's a strife,
For the glory that blazes deep down inside,
Is an ancient light, from a foreign land it abides.
With a manual written in Egyptian text,
Only the chosen ones can decode and flex,
Translating it into American English,
A message of greatness, a destiny to accomplish.
My Ancient Light of Glory,
A beacon of hope, a triumph in my story,
A gift from my ancestors, high above,
A burning fire, burning with love.
I carry their legacy upon my shoulders,
As I walk on this path, growing bolder,
Their light shines through me, every day,
A reminder to never give up, never sway.
For I am part of the chosen generation,
A warrior, a soldier, a divine creation,
With a skill to rise and shine,
And to carry this light, it's a divine sign.
My Ancient Light of Glory,
A reminder of my past, my history,
An ancestral power, that I hold,
A gift to share, a tale to be told.
I'll never let this light go dim,
For it's my strength, my guiding hymn,
A light that will never be extinguished,
For it's a symbol of hope, a story unfinished.
So let the enemy try to hinder and block,
For this light within me will never be locked,
I'll carry it with pride, with grace,
A reminder of my ancestors, high up in space.
My Ancient Light of Glory,
A reminder of my worth, my destiny,
A flame that will never cease to shine,
A symbol of greatness, of my divine.
So let it blaze, let it shine,
This Ancient Light of Glory, it's all mine,
An inheritance, a mark upon my soul,
A story to tell, a legacy to behold.
My Ancient Light of Glory,
A burning fire, a divine story,
A light that will forever shine,
For it's my divine purpose, my divine design.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ My Ancient Light Of Glory