Poem -

Do You Accept?

(Me [thinking to myself]): Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why does my reflection not resemble me at all?
Could it be, I've had my rise and fall?
The end result of ignoring God's call.

(God [in the form of a still, small voice echoing from within]):
Pushing it close, but NOT AT ALL!
A fall is just that...a FALL! NOT THE END!
Just an opportunity for your TRUE IDENTITY IN ME to begin.
Leaving behind that old man and the bondage of sin,
Selfish desires, our flesh is constantly yearning us to give in,
But by losing ourselves, and obeying the Spirit, only then do we win.

(Me):Ā 
I've somehow made myself a home in this deep, dark den,
Feeling dirty, disgusted, and at my witts end.
To the point of even doubting Your (God's) ability to mend.
A modern day prodigal; my own mess of a pig's pen.
I try to dig myself out; dirt behind my fingernails from the many failed attempts to claw my way out of this pit.
All out of my own strength, I never seem to get very far... so discouraged I sit.
And just when I think I'm done, I hear You (God) say, "You got yourself here Miss 'I CAN DO IT ON MY OWN,' Are you going to try to get outta this mess with the same attitude that you here all ALONE?"

(Me):
That question right that had me thinking hard; something he said hit home.
Ā 
(God): Then He said... "Your ideasĀ  usually end in disaster without me.
so how bout put your faith in action & DONTĀ  DOUBT ME!"
Like you should have done when I told you before,
but instead you chose your own way, because in your mind "Ashley knows more!"
The father of lies made it look intriging, but as you guessed from his name, just another trap door.
and if you ain't in tune with Me (God); you'll end up flat on the flat floor.
My hardheaded child, I don't love you any less than I did before.
Still want your own way? It only ends in defeat when you don't fight with the correct tools,
The enemy's deceit is that of a wolf in sheep's clothing, even much more to fools.
But there is hope through Me (God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit), the scars in my hands; the nails n my feet.
When I sent my Son to die on the cross, heĀ  (satan) knew he was beat.
You can choose life if you listen to me.
Just be still, and know "I AM THAT I AM,"
Or continue in your foolishness and be eternally damned.
This saddens my heart because it was never my plan,
No it for you, not for him, not for her, or any man.
I am the Alpha, the Omega, the BEGINNING and the END.
The LION, the MESSIAH, the ONE TRUE LIVING GOD, AND THE LAMB.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts; and my ways are not your ways.
So die to your old self and have everlasting days.
So what will it be? To serve me or continue a slave?
When answering this question remember this matter;
For it is written: no man can serve two masters.
I lead to life, and life everlasting,
The other options final destination is torment & distaster!
Son's and daughter's, I'm calling out to you!
I haven't given up, times still ticking, we're not yet through.
Stop running from me while I still give an ear,
I have and always will be near.
So draw ny to me while the time is still here.
My sheep listen to my voice, they hear Me loud and clear.
Time hasn't ran out...YET, but behold my return in near.
Let me use you in these tribulous times to make my KINGDOM FIERCE!Ā 

Ā 

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