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~ A Rambling Of Sorts ~

The urge to purge is dwelling in my soul, and I can feel the energy begin to grow,
I am weak and tired in these old bones, stressed built up from trying to buy a home.
Flab is there hanging off my deierre, trying to figure out which way to steer,
this heart of mine so desperatley is clinging on to the Lords Will for me,
important calls to important tasks, cant even remember what I did last.
Up and down and down and up, have no where to go makes me wanna throw up.
Trying to figure out what it is thats causing so much doubt.
I am weak He is strong, please tell me Lord how much more long.....
will I have to wait until I can be with my favorite mate....
oh thats right I got to exercise self control but dang it its sure hard.
I wanna make sure I got this right, you created me to be his wife,
how many times do I fail, I can see satan now just laughing in hell,
at the way I go around this life you see, just trying to get by and figure out who is me.
Yep me the red head freckled faced kid you formed from mans first dust Adam was born, but I am not man I am his helpmeet, my sister hood is with Eve.
I wonder though if she were here today, would she be surprized and dismayed,
with all the lust and denial of our roles, would Eve just wanna lie dead and cold.
Not exactly sure where I am going with this, the words are just coming out like a list ....
a list of tasks for me to ponder, whom which some of it could be fodder...
Yes Fodder, the very word can make one holler,
at all the sillyness we have made, its not wonder God is removing his gaze...
the gaze He used to have for those like us who worshiped his hand
the hands that bore the nails you see are the same hands that created you and me....
so it shouldnt be any wonder that when the world turns to pot, there will be much fodder,
so be on the look out be on the scene always keep your armor on for the battles unseen,
unseen to the eyes that chose to look the other way for we wrestle not against the flesh but the demons we cant sway....
Trials and tribulations are never far away but God has a way of getting what He needs, needs from You and from Me to worship Him like no other way.
So after all I have said where do you wish to be when your dead?
Heaven or Hell make your choice , as Jesus is coming soon better raise your voice.
Believe in Him and as He believes in you dont look back cause satan wants to get you.
Call on His name do it now , and quite worshiping false idols and that big fat golden cow...
a golden cow to whom you call,
gluttony, idolness, selfishness you can count... and dont doubt all the things you do when you think no one is watching(dont play the fool)
but just remember the Savior is there catching.... catching all your sins onto his bare body, dying on that cross while you stand there acting haughty.
You better watch out, you better not cry, because who cares about santa claus and the devil when you got God on your side.

This is my personal ramblings that was not meant to be purposeful in rhyming sometimes thats how things come out when I need to express the stuff going on inside and I know if I dont do it right away I tend to forget all that I wanna say....

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008 - Hi

Posted by Geraldine Stuckey

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