freedom

Before you read the poem just a little message on freedom.

Preciousness of freedom is the essence of chains being broken, of blood being payed, of soul resting, of mind rejoicing, of our Spirit to be of truth, so allow our walk to not be of death, dare not take Christ freely offered freedom for Granted. Walking in the lion’s den so proudly knowing we are in command in Christ love, knowledge for good and evil, therefore in goodness live to dance so rejoicing in Christ. Every journey is dangerous but fall not in evil scheme, to not put not the cloak of death hoping to not be recognized by God.

So let’s begin

bloody hands

Free at last

Free at last

Yet this freedom

Did not seem to last.

Bloody hands

Bloody hands

Did I seem to murder something?

Here I am in bed

Waking up

With my hands

Dripping blood

What did I dispose of with my hands?

Like a warrior

That pursues to kill

And have no reason for it

So who could I have murdered?

With a body that seemed to have laid with me

With the amount of blood

Still be so wet

Leaving a trail to the bathroom

Here I am following the trail

Here I am Thinking

Who could possibly be there?

And what could they be doing?

So with the door slightly open

I push it further out

With more blood

In the bath tub

Having to turn on the water

To cleanse

But such liquid dripping

To be blood

Have me chaotic

On who would cleanse themselves in?

And whose blood exactly?

Sink, I come face to face with

To wash my bloody hands

And again dripping Blood it does evermore

Mirror looking at me so I

Raise my head up

To see marks on my face

Scars

Scabs

With blood rolling

Down my face to my body

Yet I did not feel it

I try to think hard what could of

Happened here in this room

That I feel death took place

Suddenly the door opened

A voice spoke out

“Hello darling”

Who could that be calling me out

So here I am walking out with my facial expression

And hand gesture to where all this blood

Is coming from but she

Notice them not

But looks to hold me

And then suddenly I see blood no more

Seeing her laying on my bed

Calling me to come and lay with her

Here I am confused to know why?

She speaks of how she enjoyed last night

Yet I reminisce on nothing happening

Did I not come across Freedom?

That is Christ that saves

Yet I am seeing her

On a bed I recall not arriving

So I hurry my steps to exit

Yet the door locked with

No way of departing so she speaks again

“STOP”

“YOU CANT LEAVE”

YOU ARE MINE”

With me to respond

“How am I?”

With the respond to be

“With this very thing in my hand”

Slowly but surely

Seeing the first drop of blood from her hand

Seeing one thing

Beating like a loud bass speaker

What could it be?

And she said

“My heart, the very heart you gave me”

“I keep them which means I keep you and you have nowhere to go, so lay with me now”

Stunned, to know I can’t do such a thing

I head back to the bath

Look again at the mirror

Looking within

“Soul speak to me”

“How have I not taken care of you?”

“We had a hold on God’s grace, but here we are lost”

“Will he dare find us?”

“Will he dare accept us?”

“So what is our next step?”

So my soul responded

“Death is our way across to reach life”

So grab hold of this knife

How light, Yet so sharp

So walk towards the very heart I gave up

Close I get towards my very heart

Has she holds it out

Knowing I have come to give up

Yet out of nowhere light shines and a voice

Comes across

“HOLD STILL MY SON!”

“Father?” I respond with

“Where thou art?”

“HERE I AM” He responds with

“YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN LOST IN MY SIGHT SON”

“Death is the way”

“But that way has been walked”

“So stand back and drop all you have”

How I drop the knife

And then comes my knees

To ask for forgiveness

Seeing two lights coming through walls

With fire around them yet

Consumed they were not

Holding the very heart that was dropped

As she tries to flee

How these two light beings, being Angels

Speak “close your eyes”

“Let this cleansing take place”

So eyes closed

Lifted up I became

With a spirit entering

Speaking of words that were of God

Then enters Christ

Puts back my heart into the place

And blesses it with the very being that He is

In Him to dwell

In me He dwells in

Tree of life He is

How I water my Spirit daily

With the very word He speaks

From the days

Of spreading light in darkness

To the time of sleeping death

Having Him to wake me up in life

So wake up I did comprehending it was a dream

Holding have my hands stretched forth

To see Any blood dripping

And the outcome of it was…

By Hakeem Tobi Ajadi

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Ending Message

Has I hope you have been able to engage with the poem, I want you to allow yourself to witness the hands you have and see what is dripping, are you dripping blood that is but killing your soul or are you holding tightly to the salvation offered to you by our Lord. freedom we can but live in but let this freedom be in the Lord that lets us fly in His grace, be awake people for the Lord comes at any hour, be of the full Armour of the Lord and be of great courage. Many of us are living dead but today seek the life that is Christ and let His light shine away the darkness we live in so we can be cleaned by the Blood of purification.

scriptures

Isaiah 61:1

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the broken hearted, to proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners;

Isaiah 42:6-7

“I am the LORD, I have called You in righteousness, I will also hold You by the hand and watch over You, And I will appoint You as a covenant to the people, As a light to the nations, To open blind eyes, To bring out prisoners from the dungeon And those who dwell in darkness from the prison.

Colossians 1:13-14

For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

John 8:32-36

And you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.” They answered Him, “We are Abraham’s descendants and have never yet been enslaved to anyone; how is it that you say, ‘You will become free’?” Jesus answered them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who commits sin is the slave of sin.

Romans 14:8

For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.

1 Thessalonians 4:14

For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.

John 3:16

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

1 Corinthians 15:51-57

Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”…

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