” A poet can cook up food for thought from the tiniest crumbles of ideas ”
On Nights Like These I’m called before your presences, the sweet sense of ease to be around your ever glowing incense, the hours on my knees with my spirit complete and my flesh in absence, I reminisce on past of days, the way your heavenly ways took me from phase to phase, from absolute rejection of your Holy Spirit to injection of your Holy Trinity into my life.
Now in your presence, as my spiritual eyes open I understand the beauty of you, and what you did at the cross of Calvary, what you went through in order to move me across the ocean of darkness to the ever abundant light of your righteousness, it was war, it was the ultimate fight, yet you gave your all your life, you paid our ransom Jesus paid the price!
The GRACE I found cannot amount to any treasure, am captured by His love, raptured into His amazing arms, enticed by His holiness, my face down, hands up embracing His gloriness.
On Nights Like These I struggle to breathe a word of pride, my body shuts down, His spirit and mine in one mind, establishing His image, as we merge as one and GLORY TO GOD it was DONE and DUSTED, the envy of one man failed him, he fell from the heavens, his vision is dim, he envision to be king, divisions the being, yet Christ through his sacrifice of blood commissioned a team.
In His presence I praise Him, In His presence I glorify him as he purifies me, you see He creates in me a new heart He renews a right spirit.
On Nights Like These am granted words that birth containment, words of satisfaction of my spirits wholeness ointment, words of thought, thoughts of spiritual complement.
Standing in awe of His greatness, He breaks the walls in me, He breaks the fakeness, fills up the heavy whole that echoes and He embroides graciousness into me, as He intimately acknowledges Himself in me.
On Nights Like These I’m found in His presence as we contemplate and make amends, lament on all the things that have passed away, celebrating the new creation in me as sin in me passed away and I no longer walk astray and He vividly knits my soul and invites me into His arms to have a taste of his ” All The Love You Need ” buffet, as my sin has passed away.
Contrary to popular belief, I did not evolve, I’d like to dissolve that belief and let you get involved On Nights Like These of how I was Fearfully And Wonderfully Made, destined for Him, made for the Kingdom fate.