In His Spirit
by DIVINELY DOWANNA
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
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We all have different natures we allow others to witness. The sensual nature and spiritual portions of a man's spirit sometimes seem to conflict, but I believe, both co-exist for a positive reason.
|I saw him stop and was reaching now |
Reaching to embrace the inner child
I heard him say come, come out my darling
with a soft beguiling smile
So the gate keeper I, stood firm at guard again
Keeping the child inside away
“Who are you to speak to her?”
I heard my pursed lips say
“God has sent me to you, dear child
To finally heal your pain
To champion your years of buried hurt
Until not a bit remains”
You must be up to something here!
To be so galled to claim
That God has told you to speak to her
“What is this!?..., some game?”
I am here for you little one
Do you understand?
The gate keeper is away at battle now
Won’t you take my hand?
I know you’ve been afraid dear one
Let me hold you and protect
God and me won’t let you fall
We’ve never lost one yet
Hold up a sec, brotha man’
Didn’t you just ask to see my “rack”?
How you gonna change up on me
And now step to her like that!
Listen to me my little one
The gate keeper won’t tarry long
She suspects that I’m just as another man
That’s come to cause more harm
She doesn’t see as you and I
The angels all around
While the man she sees is distracting her
I’m here for you, on bended knee knelt down
I will be your comforter now
I will feed you well
I will hold and nourish you in Him
For God has been compelled
He’s seen your many many years of tears
He’s heard your late night plea
He’s hearkened to your cry and now
Has by this man, sent me
The man without is but a man
With desires, faults, and sin
But it is not him talking to you now
But the Spirit Man he has within
Oh YOU must think me just the fool!
To fall for this lame trick
I am DOWANNA! brotha’ man!
And she don’t take no shyt!
Your gate keeper is so very tired now
And has long been keeping guard
I’ve seen the many dead and wounded
She’s left laying in the yard
She’s weary from the battles fought
But her heart is growing faint
She thinks now that believing in love is faulty
She wants to, but she feels she can’t
So come with me now little one
It’s time to trust again
Take my hand, come with me
Let this Holy Spirit be your friend.