Sent to be a sacrifice
Sent to be a sacrifice, knowing him is the existence of my faith, a vision seen from God vision. He’s the heaven to him like a spec rice. None seen his invisible eyes, different color shades of heaven. I can feel the Holy Spirit purging, urging me to do right. In this abode of life, so much heartache, so much strife. Agony strike my heart like a knife, deep. I feel his spirit within my soul. I’m a bird like a dove; my wings soar upon the mountains, reaching heaven and escalate upon dimension. Just listen, you can hear my words lingering upon the ear of the listener. The hearer is astonished at my intellect, theology of knowledge. I’ve been here before, walked the roads, anguish, persecuted and slain, treated so small like a grain. In this image, this frame of Jesus, how can they be so sane to this world of emptiness, no knowledge or principles, no one leading nor guidance. In the silence, my voice still vibrant, like the thump of the heart, still fighting.
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