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My Father, Scrolls of poetry I dedicate to you An opportunity for me to release that, which remains true An imprisonment that causes darkness Your words are true and dear within my heart So everything is made known to me By the life I speak That my confessions are rendered as humble, honest, and jovial When written You see the tables and write them in my spirit So this book can tarry always with me You see what is recorded And send your servants to do that which was written by me thereof That when trouble comes I can speak to the storms And command them to cease In the name of Jesus Until morning gives way to joy From a sleepless, tearful night My soul praises you for a blessing To keep me marching in your army To fight the good fight of faith When spoken I’m able to change those things Not walking in the Orchids of the Spirit Where you’re most common fruits grow And are presently harvesting in our lives Love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness Goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance That whosoever strike against me shall fall to the left and right And those that judge me shall reap that which was judged to me In contrary to those strong statements Mercy upon those who do those things to me That they not see the wrath of your anger Instead they shall see the love you have for us all There shall be no reason why terrible things happen to my enemies But to remain a footstool is a question in mind That if they shall bless me instead of cursing me I intend do the same in loving and blessing them to keep me holy I stand here today in the boldness of my spirit Before that wonderful name I shall shape that with no form Proclaim light to where it’s dark And change things not in right spirits To those things that operate in faith and not in doubt If I’m not residing in unity of agreement to what you ask of me I’m willing to stand as one man with my stick held highly over the waters And utter what it’s so even though it’s really not there For by faith we believe what isn’t there Shall soon come to a form to where it can be seen If there is not faith within my place of dwelling I travel somewhere that faith takes camp to As I write Be my guide As I pray Bring to my attention those things need attending Particular needs I see in the Spirit When I’m alone Allow me to cast down those things cutting and dividing my house That I may claim to those things promised to my house and me That your kingdom remains strong with the force of positive building And we are able do what is asked and are blessed henceforth evermore In this genesis of utterance I bring a note of praise and honor to you The one who have given me the talent of writing poetry So I can use it bring glory to your wonderful, everlasting name And provide light to places, which were made dark By forces the world cannot see and those that can be seen and understood What shall be in writing? Give me peace and comfort to confess my sins So you forgive me when I forgive those That is indebted to me What is to be spoken? Let it be positive and utters life and creation Let it change those things that lacks or in need You will supply that whatever is needed That whatever is broken is soon to be repaired And that which cannot dwell it must leave According to the power of the Son that lives in me That I may do what He has done And do many more things mightier than what He has done I can do this only Christ whom I cannot do anything without The angels can see what is written And hear what has been said And obey my commands For I’m to act like you And speak just as you have spoken unto us To share in the building of your kingdom And to declare your great goodness to all ends of the Earth My words shall not be voided But to accomplish that which was mentioned Let my writings serve as a vessel of hope and strength Given the voice of command to demand the mountain to move And under the name of Jesus shall it be uprooted to where I want it to go All that is near to whom is a hindrance or storm must depart Everyone and everything must submit to you Everyone and everything must submit to me by the voice of command Under Jesus’ name all must confess He is Lord For one cannot escape Him either can anything harm Him Those that try shall surely suffer a daring defeat To end this genesis of writing Let these words be made manifest in my life This household and all that reads and hears Their lives shall be transformed and highly favored of the Lord and men Blessed are those speaks life heading for death As of those who kills one heading for life For all that I speak shall be in Jesus’ name Thank you for such a glorious power from heaven I will live forever in your glory In honor and adoration I give unto you Glory and praise be filled to you like rising smoke everlasting more You’re humble servant, Keith |
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