2013-05-18 - 10:37 a.m.
hey you in that box
trapped like a fox
you frame me with your own condition
you see thru ur windows
but I'm as the wind blows
free from your judgmental-ism
I'm like a bird
fly like the WORD
basking in sweet revelation
as it was in my presence
much more in my absence
work out your own salvation
I know you surrender
forever remember
and thrive not just mere survival
with fear and with trembling
(not terror resembling)
but the kind that results from revival
I don't take the credit
nor try to re-edit
this is just His anointing to free
He opened the door
little fox can't ignore
this power is of God not of me.
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