Purity

How can I live pure, walk in His tight shoes?
Follow His prints; aline my steps with His?
My mind is constantly searching, seeking
Wanting purification, dreaming holiness

The road is webbed, the destinations undefined
The options infinite, the whispers crowding
What do I do? Who do I listen to?
Oh! my head is exploding; sinking in thoughts

I'm in my prime, my strengths are apexing
I want the most from my timed existence
I don't want to wail tomorrow, cursing the choices of today
I want a happy tomorrow, but one question remains, HOW?

I have tried, on my own I have fought
But I'm losing my resolve, my will withers
The temptations are strongly gaining
Oh! the sweetness of the worldly pleasures

But I dream of white lenin, without a mole of dent
A book with glass leaves, a vessel without flaws
I want my steps to glitter; my words scriptured
An angel amidst; a walking perfection

But the question remains, HOW?
How do I resist the devil; his tempting promise?
How do I block the voices; focuse on the One?
I desire to live pure; in spirit, in flesh, in thought, but HOW?

My strengths will fail, my intelligence, absolute nonesense
My back will break if I rely on my strengths
I need help, I need guidance, I need His hand
My hope lie in His word, sheltered at his side

His words are pure, His whisper truth
He is constantly talking, teaching, guiding, inspiring
I have to listen, only to the voice of the Father
Purity can be achieved only if I live his word


Based on Psalm 119:9 

Comments

  1. Unknown20 June 2016 at 12:31

    That's a nice piece, but please where do we go to know the HOW?

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  2. lil_slimGH20 June 2016 at 13:15

    Nice

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  3. Unknown20 June 2016 at 15:30

    Nice one Emma
    Love it

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  4. Eunice25 July 2016 at 14:38

    This poem is an excellent one!l look forward to read more poems about the gospel 4rm u.

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    1. Jayoach27 July 2016 at 14:55

      Thanx Eunice, the next one will be hot.... Pls subscribe ok

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    2. Jayoach27 July 2016 at 14:56

      Thanx Eunice, the next one will be hot.... Pls subscribe ok

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  5. Solomon21 August 2016 at 10:32

    I have to build you a church buddy

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    1. Jayoach6 October 2016 at 16:44

      Hahaha, that will be interesting. Please share ok

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    2. Jayoach6 October 2016 at 16:44

      Hahaha, that will be interesting. Please share ok

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