The Dance, a poem by The Prophetic Scribe
It is a blessing to see the fruit of God’s promises that were spoken through Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as we inaugurate our first African-American President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama.
The Lord told me, “Go to the mountain on the East that I will show you, and meet me there on New Year’s Day. According to the instructions of my prophet from Colorado, you will decree and declare dominion and victory over this region called Sin City.
During the years with him, I got pregnant (more than once), and had abortions. It took years for me to forgive myself. But, recently we were reconnected and the Lord told me that I had to share my testimony with him.
This is the day she had been waiting for all week long. She had a date with the king. All week long, he was all she could think about. Although, they communicated several times a day, their relationship had grown more and more intimate over the years. She could not wait to get in his presence and worship him.
Hiding your baggage that you think no one else can see. Coming to God with dirty hands on bent knee You were commanded to get rid of it long ago, But you examine it in secret where you think ]no one will know.