Memories
I woke up every morning
And wandered off
To our secret place
And I can still see
The footprints of yesterday
I reminisce...tug away my collection...
Then we create something new.
Roar
Felt like the walls
Are four strong armies
Surrounding me...
Watching me from a distance
Waiting for my silence
For them to successful invasion.
Then I remember Elisha
Surrounded by the armies
And the enemy declared:
โI will set up my camp in such and such a place"
I broke through the atmosphere...
The presence of the enemy stirred around me,
Retreat! Retreat!
They must respect the roar!
And I roar
I have nothing else,
But I can roar.
I raise my heart, my eyes,
my hands to release my praise and deepest gratitude
I've made it
Through every battle line
Or Red sea of my week!
I can see my promised land!
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Yes we have to mark our territories, we have to roar to announce our presence otherwise we will be toased to and fro by the enermy.
Great work
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Thank you. I’ve been prompted since last week to roar over my territories.
Have a great weekend.
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Amen.
Same to you!
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wonderful poetry and message๐๐๐
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Thank you, Cindy๐
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pleasure๐
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The saturday poetry promts are back๐. Awsomely written๐
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Yes….its freshly baked and prophetic direction…it tells me in which direction the wind blows and where the rain will be coming from๐ต
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