The Prophet Speaks To Me
by DIVINELY DOWANNA
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
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(Just when I needed a Word from the Lord in a mighty way...., following the bitter breakup I related to in the previous poem "DECEIVED", God sent me a special someone with a even more special message just for me.. I thank him with the penning of this poem he has inspired me to write and for allowing God to use him to reach out to me. I am indeed changed to have had the opportunity to have this man witness to me...Thank You.
Through him God speaks to me
Held captive too long by my enemies, product of man’s proclivity towards sin
I am. without and at times within.
God sent to me this man. To help me understand.
One who touched my thoughts and searched my heart’s sincerity
Then opened me wide calling me towards a new destiny
Laid me down upon His alter stone.
Offered me as a living sacrifice
For the Master has already paid the ultimate price
Of my redemption,
The Prophet says that I am His and His alone.
As I lay contrite and fully exposed
This Prophet man had looked upon my naked soul
And smiled. Yes smiled.
What this Prophet man saw there with his Spirit’s eye
A beauty trapped I was inside the Devil’s lie
By faith he knew the Truth was yet to unfold.
Liike a succulent fruit he carefully peels each layer back
Soft and sweet I lay there ripe for pickin’
Cravin’ each night more this man’s attention
So of course I too eagerly smiled back.
Though divinely inspired his every act
I quickly learn this was NOT to be like that.
He was on a Godly mission
Not to be one of apprehension
So he boldly pronounced my soul for God was to be his goal.
He anoints me now with fragrant oils and sweet perfumes
I lay back surrendered knowing I am to be offered soon.
As he says to me “God has sent me to tell you this
How He’s preparing you be a Special Gift.”
Awed by this moment of prophesy so intense
And I’m lost momentarily in such wonder and suspense.
I have no words to respond. The Prophet man speaks on...
“God has special needs of you, He is calling
“And I am here now to help you through”
And the depth of this Prophet’s sincerity has pricked my battered soul.
I have become the as clay in the Potter’s hand
And this Prophet, this mortal man
God trusts to tend this HIS very fine and delicate mold.
Now as I write without the burden of shame , I can feel His cleansing healing flames,
Burning away my doubts still none remains
Freeing me of those deep-rooted impurities that being born of sin had left in me
And I am washed as white as snow.
By faith is the only way we know where this is next to go
This Prophet man God sent never once relenting
Demanded yes, my full attention
But waas first kind enough to ask permission
I liked that, so I gave him all I had.
Some may wonder if I’ve gone mad.
He spoke saying, “My dear, this ‘Spirited-Filled Sensuality’
Is the gift I your God have given thee
And you are of my Body not without.”
Then the Prophet man stated it several times to make it plain
That I was not to seek personal fame, but HIS glory
What was what this thing was all about.
Now knowing God above IS my every source
Why have I then to feel remorse?
For all these experiences of my life both.good and bad.
For each like Paul suffering in his infirmities I will be glad.
Passions swell as spirits rise
The man dared slipped once to look at me with other eyes
Repenting he immediately apologized.
Determined not to get off track.
But I ask him how in pulling back those succulent layers
Is he not suppose to savor
The sweetness that makes the mortal of the man react?
He says, “Well we’ll just let the Master handle that.”
So suffice to say I am quite ready,
No more standing on shifting shaky ground but steady
I await this Prophet’s every ministering to my needs.
We confess our spirits have indeed connected,
I no longer feel the pains of the rejected
As he plants in me nightly more His fertile seed.
I am HIS indeed!
November 22, 2002