Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Why my sins!
Why my sins seem so scarlet,
generational curses passed down from a harlot….
why my sins seem to keep me in guilt…
I dream of my aborted baby's that I've kilt…..
why my sins seem to follow me where ever I go..
shuffling behind me like some possessed creep name Joe..
why my sins I share with others…abused daughter with no mother…
the cup of my sins spills from my bloody lips,
my blood shot eyes, my ears spill out all of my lies…
I've told many… deceived many…mostly self…..ashes to ashes
burn me with the truth of Your word that my body may return to
dust…my soul may rise to Your thrown…I die to be re-birthed into
the Holy one…I cry for His holiness to cleanse my soul, body, mind
to be free…take this poison from my womb…from sinner to saint birth
from the tomb….strip me from myself…I seek the Great I am that I Am…
don't leave me like this…smelly and ugly from earth's curse…
I now put my sins upon you that I may become more like you…
You have taken my sins away…help me to leave them in that grave
You resurrected from…no more my sins but Your sins…..thank You for
being my transformed propitiated escape Lamb to freedom from hell's whoredom.
Romans 7:15-25
Written by Kitty Darlynn Williams
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