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Speak Lord

April 30, 2016
By caramelcliquex SILVER, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
caramelcliquex SILVER, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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Speak lord..
Speak lord from the depths of my unclean temple,
My dark distraught soul, from the splits of deep blooded waters..
Speak lord..:
Speak in triumph; tuned by heaven's amplifiers,
Pronounce my name through melody,
Signal I through your musical incline..
Lord just speak..
Although Siri may answer my questions,
While Google may festinate my home quicker,
Lord I want you to enunciate unto me as,
Moses did for the children.
Like,
Jesus did for the multitude..
Lord speak with holy thrust and fire..
Inject such into the deepest place of my perfectly imperfect Rhine soul.
Commit my mind to your somatic sanctuary,
Ensure to me that you'll take control...
Lord speak...
Through the meditation of my heart , and concentration of my mind ..
Submit my tears as an antenna of reception .
Lord speak to my heart with your Holy Spirit ,
Rebuild me again,
Renew the right spirit in I as you speak your words of life through me ...
Speak lord ...
Enforce your beautified mural of the word , on my heart ..
Instill it in my mind .
Let me know that you understand my flaws & you're willing to work with I once again..
Lord speak...
Unto the multitude,
proclaim unto thee I am your child ..
Infuse in the brain of your child that'll they'll,
Crucify her like Jesus..
Stone her like Deacon Steven...
Attack her like Job...
Break apart everything they can get their hands on...
Everything but her soul...
Speak to her lord ...
Imbued a sense of hope and prosperity,
Impregnate her heart with possibility..
Industrialize her soul with metaphorically inclined beliefs in the Lord Almighty...
Speak to her comrade of fear , and replace such with blessed assurance ..
Speak Lord..
Assure her mind that you are thou that put breath in the body of man , thou who may taketh away..
Lord teach that the world is not the King or Dominion over all..
Speak lord unto the speaker of my bewildered psyche ..
Lord speak into the mouthpiece of existence ...
The cradle of man,
The soft place emphasized by emotional commiseration ...
Speak through your affection God..
For, I know that your point will never be void...
Speak lord..
 



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