A StirringA Poem by V.I.C.A Stirring
This stirring in my spirit makes me worried, its
letting me know how I should hurry, hurry to pray, pray to see the day when everyone
will rip, break, and let go of their chains.
Holding them down, oh how I see them drown,
and how they’re bound to go to hell. Give me strength to step up to the plate,
to let them know it’s not ok, that they aren’t safe. Let them see what I see,
so it will no longer be a mystery. So that they will know how it should be. Let
your word creep up and down their soul. So that the evil spirits can’t no
longer take a hold of their life, the life that you died for. Help me show them
who hell is really for.
Your word is more powerful than any human
being. So say Jesus with me as we cast out this demon.
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