Poetry by Ingrid Jennings
The pain on my soul scrambles my thoughts
into fuming desires blazing in my body ready to
take hold of all sins from hell.
Fighting though fatigue, I cry out for The Lord.
Satan answers quite quickly devouring my
anguish, feeding off my demonic ravings.
Receive me dear Lord!
Answer my call!
Feeding myself childish rhymes and lullabies to
remove satans grip from around my heart.
Inhaling a rose, I exhale snake debris.
Approaching slowly the hem of God
Just one touch,
It’s all I need!
One touch and I’m freed.
Poetry | Christian Poetry | Struggle
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