My LORD, My LORD
I woke up today
with a heaviness
pouring down my face
I felt filthy, worthless
and
not worthy of your
Grace.
So much stress build up inside
it was a
disgrace
strongholds of my past
started attacking all which
way
Flesh trying to win this
race.
Naturally no one here with me
notice the quitness in the house
A person can hear, the crackling
sound echoing in this
empty place
Going out my mind, trying to keep control
The past started rushing
through my mind
without my permission, or without a
say.
Oh, What a disgrace
The water started running
running so fast
A waterfall gush down my 
face
Thinking to myself 
Why, Why
This happening
All from a text message the other day
No control of the waterfall
The waterfall pouring down my
face.
Couldn't find the
control button
to shut off the waterfall
It build up and started
flooding the
face
Strongholds of the past 
and
Flesh trying to take over
and
win the
race.
Conjuncts,"Spoke"
Rember, How far I came
Who accepted me just the 
way, I am
Never leave me or forsake me
I notice in the spirit
I was not along in this
Place
The natural, Who's the flesh
trying to take over
and
wind the
race.
(I) knelled down,
while the waterfall rushing
down my
face
Speaking to my heavenly
Father
Father, Father,
I Love You
I wouldn't be hear or nothing
without
you.
Your the one
taught me, how to love, accept
and
trust
you
I will not fail spiritually
Speaking it again
While, the waterfall
flooding down my
face.
Squeezing the pillow
face buried,
yelling within
I will not fail spiritually
talking within
A peace feeling came over
The waterfall flood rushing 
down my
Face
Slowly turned down
It shifted
and
took me to another
place.
A place so peaceful
Strongholds 
and 
flesh
thought 
they won the
race.
MY LORD, MY LORD
came 
and 
sweep
me up
with his peace
and
grace.
He meant, What he said,
I never leave you 
or 
forsake 
you
He held 
me
and
caught the 
flooded 
waterfall.
Rushing down 
my
face.
Spiritually connected with him
He always kept me
safe
Strongholds and Flesh
Attack
weakening me
While trying to win the
race.
It was a 
disgrace
My Lord, My LORD
carried me
and
Won 
the 
RACE!
Naturally alone
Spirtually, I wasn't
He faught 
for
me
Saved
Me.
Didn't let me down
or
fail
me
He won the race
GRACE!
GRACE!
Peace 
within him
and 
His Grace.





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Wakeitha Kilpatrick