Your voice was drowned out by the screams of the congregation
‘This was how it was meant to be’, your anointing has paved way, the crowds are screaming
Tongues were blasting,tears were falling
This is what we are talking about
All of it are happening because you have the gift
The added shoulder pads called pride followed you as you climbed the podium
You had a smile on your face as the crowd applauded you
Your heart was screaming yes!yes! Yes!
The carnal man never left even as you climbed the altar
You just left sister Shola in the room where you both fornicated
You are the Youth Pastor the whole church loves
“Do not fornicate”, you shouted into the mic
Practice what I preach, do not follow my footsteps
A constant reminder tells you what you’re doing is wrong
But then Mr Flesh wouldn’t let you go
‘I will stop today’ , that has been a regular anthem
Yet you know you’re far from considering it
‘I want to be like Jesus’, that is your favourite hymn
But then, have you considered this?
Would Jesus be pleased?
‘My nose should have been straight and pointed,yes like the White’s, you said.
You twitched your nose and frowned at your reflection as you stood before the mirror
You weren’t satisfied
You were unpleased. You would go under the knife at all cost
You were gunning for a Reformation
Not character wise but in physique
You want a big butt,big breast,a flat stomach and a tiny waist. An hour glass shape
That is what you’d tell the Doc
A lovely physique to oppress on the gram
You would dress to kill
You’ve always gotten what you wanted
Last Sunday you went to church almost nude
All because your pastor is a fine dude
The Lord only looks at the heart you say
But then your heart is a public toilet
You wept one certain night
When you decided to read your manual
You’re fearfully and wonderfully made
Says the word
You wept because your cravings cannot be met
You wept because it has eaten so deep
You wept because this flesh has cost you a lot to maintain
You told the Lord you’d repent of everything
Yet another unfulfilled promise
You fail to keep
Have you considered this?
Would Jesus be pleased?
As much as your physical and spiritual health matters, you mental health is important too. Don’t let anyone oppress you. Be you for God, He loves those who come to Him bare because He knows your own strength isn’t enough.
Each day you would see things that fascinate you, you would feel as though you aren’t enough. But then His strength is made perfect in our weakness. Whatever it is speak it out to Him. Like someone would say “Relying on God has to begin all over again everyday”.
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