You never said: do it yourself
My blood tissue infested with;
I can do it without you virus
In my pride:
I became a disciple of Frederich Nietzsche
You are dead
You remain dead
We have killed you
In my ignorance:
I gave up on your blind walking stick
I know how to walk around without you!
My thought has become my god of attraction
Whatever I need, I can attract it by thinking positively
In his emptiness;
He is hiding behind a face, without true joy
A prison he has built against his own soul
Alas, he lives in a fool’s paradise;
slowly slipping through the cracks into death
In my true hypocrisy self:
I lied to myself, when thy tender voice echoed;
Through the void in my aching soul
The struggle within this house; destructive!
In his deepest thought:
He is standing face to face with God and self
His scientific weak knee is jerking in His presence;
A being who from eternity to eternity;
is the fulcrum and essence of true existence
Amazed with such an awesome magnificence:
Tears of an end to old self; Niagara Falls
Words of surrendering; a mighty stream
I am, I am:
A lonely bird in a jungle of hopelessness
Free my soul from the snare of self
I am lost without you!
I am empty without you!!
In his change of heart:
He walked away with a fresh air of freedom in his steps
A new creed of conviction tattooed in his heart:
The life that I live not I that live;
It’s Christ that liveth through me
©2014 ™GOG|McDaniels Gyamfi
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6 thoughts on “D.I.Y.”
Beautiful! From caterpillar to butterfly, and only God can be the cocoon. What a blessing you are.
Thanks so much Susan for your gracious comment. You inspire godliness. Shalom
Christ, the coolest. Thanks and have a blessed life, cajunsweetie!!
I totally agree!! Yvw, thanks and I hope the same for you!! Blessings!!
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