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The Blueprint

What is this spirit of depression, oppression and rejection
trying to take a hold of me?
Don't you know what I've been called for?
Who I serve? That at the name above all names
you must flee!!
You see, by the Blood I am sealed!
By the spirit of a living God that is so real.
Who speaks to the dry bones and makes them rise.
Who parts the red sea before me
canceling all lies!
I walk ahead forgetting what is behind.
A past that was only causing my soul to die.
I arise, yes I arise.
I know exactly who I am!
The blueprint upon my life
is in the hands of the Son of Man!!

Psalm 59:17
"Unto you, O my strength, I will sing praises; for God is my Defense, my Fortress, and High Tower, the God who shows me mercy and steadfast Love."

Comments

  1. JessieMay 18, 2010 at 9:05 AM

    hallelujah!!!!!!! love it and i so could see you speaking this out! <3 stay strong sis :) God bless. Continue writing. God is using you!

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  2. UnknownMay 18, 2010 at 8:31 PM

    WOW, GREAT PAGE! LOVE IT!!! KEEP DOING YA THING GIRL.... GOD BLESS YOU & THE GIRLS.

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  3. chrsitineMay 21, 2010 at 10:57 AM

    your writing's always so profound, indeed you do know who you are and you are called to serve and spread the word thru your writing. Love this piece

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