Spoken Word #2 (2018-2020)

Fear You? Ha, I think not

Fear wraps itself around me like a snake going for it prey,
Am I lost, or insane? Bound by the blood of my sins, 
I stand in kneeling asking in repent, 
Forgive me Oh father. 
The daughter has stumbled
 She feels attacked. 

Fear I think You and I keep having this conversation. 
My lips grow weary of this fight. 
I am the Bride of Christ, I am the Church. 
Despite the tumbling rocks that cascade before me, 
You will only forever BOW to my knee! 

For I am the one that holds the key, given to me by the authority of Christ. 
Which has sliced every ounce of power you hold in this hour. 
The great power above you is lord of all the heavens, 
He is beyond my fear; and you will never settle in the rafters of my mind. 
Like dust you are blown away with the wind. 

You will be skinned from the soul of my heart, I will cleave you out. 
Like a whirl-wind of removal; 
I am the master-mind.  
The lord who reins in my heart will forever be.
All of heavens angels shall agree, And come to my time of need. 
For I am the lord's daughter, and shall not mess with me. 

You do not trifle with what does not belong to you. 
I spew you from my mouth like rotten stew. 
You are forsaken fear within 
You are removed like roots in a garden. 

You will not be pardoned for my fear is not of me. 
Fear you? Ha, I think not. 
I have shot you down from whence you stand. 
For the Lord has taught me he does not give fear. 
So where have you come from? Why do you taunt me? 
Your whispers fall flat within an ear-shot, 

I refuse to listen to your screams. 
You are nothing but a machine 
Whom by all means the lord shall blow to smithereens. 

I will not bow to you fear; 
Its been crystal-clear who I belong to. 

Fear you are wrong to come at me in the shadows. 
You can not prolong this within me. For like roots, I shall unwind you from my mind. 
You have been declined access to the garden of my mind; I shall reside within the arms 
Of the lord forever and ever. 

You have been severed from the heart of me, Leave me. 
For I command this in the name of Yeshua the Son. 
The lord of the heavens. 

You are nothing but a peasant dressed in meager rags. 
And you shall not point your fingers into the eyes of the child of God. 

Now take your bags and leave me. 
You are cast out; from whence you came. 

Fear you? HA, I think NOT!