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 Love 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 we live to dance so rejoicing in Christ. Every journey is dangerous but fall not in evil scheme.
So let’s begin
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
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?”…
This is one poem everyone must read!
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