As I Sit In Your Blood

Ujamaa Christian Poetry

As I sit in Your blood, anoint my head with Your scared hands. I fervently
long to be fixed. As I sit in Your blood, I see the reflections of my new,
cleansed being, I see it afar off. How I long to embrace my new creature.
As I sit in Your blood, my pain pulls at my soul. Each time I look back, my
heart turns to grains of salt with each piercing memory. As I sit in Your
blood, I smear my ears, my eyes, my tongue that I may hear, see and speak
only the You. Of Your broken body do I eat, as I savor Your word. Time
being my mixture of slavery and grace, poetic justice of sin and salvation.
I kneel, kiss and cry and wipe with my glory Your precious feet. I feel
Your heart beat and I melt with the refinery fire of Your love that destroys
my yokes of bondage. The secrets of my heart do You see. As I sit in Your
blood I ache from the dying of my loved sins to Your love do I submit to. I
allow You to impregnate me with life. For as a dog, did I return and eat of
my vomit. Poison did I inject into my veins. As a dead leaf on Your vine,
You continually resuscitate me back to the point that I turned from You. 40
days and 40 nights, will I die in my wilderness? Or, will I repent in the
belly of Jonah's beast? Cross road stamped in my forehead. As You, I wish
I would have came to earth already dead. Dead to my flesh, dead to my loved
sins. As I sit in Your blood, visions of your mangled, bruised flesh from
head to toe, finally I see the reflection of my heart continual
manifestations of my past, present and future. As I sit in Your blood, I
beg you to take me back, all the time you know I will be as Hosea's wife as
well as Lot's. This prodigal daughter, constantly being the devil's
slaughter. All this truth do I see, as I sit in Your blood. Sin taste so
good and Your love hurts so divine, and yet I ask you to take me back again,
as I sit in your blood. Touch me, pull me close to your bosom. For a
moment I put down my loved sins. As I sit in your blood I set aside the
enemy within.
I must now go beyond The Cross into purity.
Psalm 38 - 39

Written by Kitty Darlynn Williams

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