So many different seasons
Some filled with holy angels
Others with demons
There is power in the tongue
For every daughter and son
We must decree a thing
It’ll gets us back into the ring
You want hope
Decree it
Then you’ll see it
This isn’t just a prosperity ideal
We got to see wholeness
It’s a kingdom principle that’s real
Then we can march forward
In the promises of the Lord
I have been down
The enemy took my crown
But I am someone in God
When I chased out my pride
But I didn’t let joy die inside
I devoured this ugly pill
But Lord, you enriched my life
When things went down hill
You took these lost keys
And cured my from my sinner’s disease
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
Beautiful work
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Deep!
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Lovely Carly, I love the warmth of God’s love embodied in your beautiful poem! 🙂
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Sure, I like this with its jingling music!! )
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