HIS PRESENCE

His Presence
His Presence
flows from the Throne
rivers of Living Water
tangible
that i can grasp
and visit
in prayer
i visit
You in the Holy of Holies
inbetween the cherubim
Your Face Shining Countenance
i am on my face
Your Presence
is a visitation
and a promise
from Heaven

devils call me insane
and men call me foolish

i live for Your Presence
not money
not worthless things
i live for Your Presence
i live for Your Presence

that i would run with a heart lifted up
with wings
a soul desiring You

I’m not going back to that place
that dungeon of sin
ever
ever
ever
I will worship
with the angels and the seraphim
with the cherubim
You are my God
rescued
me
from the thick
blood puddle
of my own sin
thick with the filth
of this world
you extricated me
from the barbed chains
that cut my skin for years
it was sin
my sin that was eating
my flesh
sin made me a cannibal
to myself
to this body
that i hated it
and disregarded it
and saw it as the demons
saw me
worthless
putrid
stain
of blood
when You created Adam
and satan spit
vowing He would destroy
Your son and daughter
satan cursed us
Before the Foundation
of our world
you saw me differently
dancing in Your Presence
with a crown upon my head
even with blood dripping down
both knees
You saw a woman on her knees
a woman whose heart was
in the alabaster box
filled with Praise and Worship

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(not my image)