A white girls attempt with a ghetto God.
I am convinced that the Holy Spirit’s got a little ghetto in Him. Now there is no theology in the world that can back me up on that, but I know I’ve watched enough people Get Down with the Holy Ghost this year to believe it! and after He wrote this for me the other day I feel it’s confirmed!
The other day I had an epic fail. I let Satan convince me, that I define my identity, and because of that he whispered that I was worthless and unlovable. BUT THAT IS NOT TRUTH! and this is what the Lord wrote me to remind me of that.
I often parade like I have it made,
but dwell with a heart torn twisted apart.
With a want to sin I blame on my skin.
This flesh of mine that tells me I’m fine
when I know I am not. I am rought,
with the falsity that I can never be FREE.
I fake the climb to spend some time,
on this mountain peek, His presence I seek.
But I fall away down, running from the crown
thorns that bled of a grace colored red.
I fain a good fight using only my might.
when will I break for only His sake?
Wheel keep spinning and I keep sinning,
because my reflection isn’t perfection.
In my blinded eyes I can’t see I’m the prize!
Oh what lies indeed, demons do feed.
they whisper untruth, that I’m no Ruth.
Yet, they are undone by the coming Son.
He came here, to shatter eternal fear.
to shed on me the His identity!
If I were only to see who I am in thee,
there is no chain that could remain!
So I refuse to let who I’m not, negate that I bought!
Paid in blood, covered by the flood.
I am not identified by iniquities pride.
His blood in my veins, no offense remains.
Soon to return to give Satan his earn.
So what I know, is this is no show.
No performance to play, because like a new day,
I am raised with the Son, we are one.
